The Clock Tower And The Purple Sky

This afternoon I desperately needed a break from work, so I pulled on some winter woolies, grabbed my iPod and wandered up to Roath Park for a bit of a breather. As I walked I reaffirmed my love for Benjamin Francis Leftwich (or at least, his musical stylings) and watched the many swans a'swimming.

The rest of today has been entirely given over to revision - honestly, if my life get's any more exciting I'm gonna complain...