Just before we moved from Llangynidr, I was doing a lot of firewood deliveries. I had tons of dead elm to move and firewood was a good cash flow. One of my drops was to my old friends, Bill and Georgina Young. I first met them when they lived in the Myarth cottage. Bill had just completed a Tops course in Cabinet making . He had a small workshop there, and was looking for something bigger. Hence Trehenry Fach. They moved from the Myarth and Bill was doing well, he made a few very nice bits of Furniture. I used to take them logs, about once a month through out the winter months. On one of these trips up to them. I knocked the door, waited, then knocked again harder, I knew someone was there, because of the car in the yard. Georgina came to the door, She really did not look well, with a nasty cough and high temperature. Bill had go to London. She asked me if I could light the fire for her, Of course, I could, Chopping up some kindling and getting in a full basket of logs, it was soon burning up bright. Georgina was sleeping in one of the rooms down stairs on a mattress on the floor. I made her a warm drink, Made sure there was plenty of logs in for the fire. I asked if there was anything else I could do to help, and she said, She would be fine and Bill was coming back that day. Later I phoned them to see if Bill had got back safe, He told me that they were going back to London to live so giving up the tenancy of Trehenry. I asked if there was a chance we might be able to take it over. The house is on The Evan-Bevan`s estate. It had several out buildings a paddock to one side and a good garden across the yard. This would be ideal for us. Room to keep all my equipment, Tractors, winches and plenty of space to keep timber stacked for seasoning. We got it, The rent was cheaper than our council house with three times more space. Now came the move, I had a pickup truck so I could do it all with several good loads. The hardest bit of all was Moving a piano, I had bought this for Elizabeth, she was taking lessons and I found out that a farmer near by was selling their piano, A beautiful Burr walnut veneer case and in mint condition. I knew just how heavy it was when we first got it into our home in Llangynidr. My oldest son, Jared and I struggled. It was a mission sliding it up two planks onto the back of my truck. But we got it there, roped down and on our way, We had the very same struggle at the other end, getting it off and into Trehenry fach. Jared was not that old, just a teenager. But over a week-end we moved every thing and we were in. Now my turning could get going. We had the Craft fair in Brecon, James had gone back to New Zealand, I took over the running of it from him. I got a stand in Abergavenny, so, that was two fairs every month, I always seemed to do well with them. Then I started getting more work out to Galleries and good Craft shops. It was taking off, I still worked in the woods and falling timber, but now was working every hour under the sun, Most days I was working by five in the morning, never finishing much before seven in the evenings, I was on a tread mill. I was soon spending more time in my workshop than out. But I was getting the nice odd tree offered me, I would go and fell them, Load the butts up onto my long trailer, I had this one specially built to take large logs. Strong twin set of wheels. On the front of my truck I had a powerful winch, plus a ball hitch fitted, So with the trailer attached to the front of my truck, I was able to winch big logs up the back ramps and onto my trailer, then into a mill for converting into all the size bulks I needed, 6", 4", 3", 2" and 1". I had Elm, Ash, Oak, Sycamore, and many others. All stacked in stick and seasoning. I was still selling some timber to other craft people, so we were going well. Then through my own fault I lost my driving licence. I had been to visit family in Chepstow, we had a drink together, I had two pints. That was early afternoon, The drink driving law had just come into force. I thought I would be fine. But on my way back a young constable pulled me over, asked if I had been drinking then Breathalised me. I was just in the red. At the police station They tested me again and the sargent there said I was two points over the limit, he also said that if the young constable had not already put it in the charge book , he would have let me off with a warning. But still I had broken the law so must take account for it. One year I was without my licence. Not able to travell I enrolled on a Job creation scheme. This gave me a small income and I was able to stay home and keep turning, Friends help me with getting to craft fairs, and getting groceries, We were living in a very Isolated place, a good mile of any main road. The year soon went by, being very busy and not wasting my time, I was sorry for what I did wrong and was determine to make up for it. I was getting my work out to many places. I had work excepted to be shown in The National Museum of Wales in Cardiff, at that time they had several show cases dedicated to Crafts people of different skills to have their work displayed for a month. This was a real confidence booster for me, it brought in work, I had work in St, David`s Hall, in the foyer there they had glass show cases, and each moth I was asked to send new stock. I had some visitors one day, Whilst I was up in the Granary workshop, where I could see right up the drive to our place. The window behind my lathe gave me light, I was surprised that day to see a car coming, normally it was just the postman or a friend, so I knew the look of most my friends cars. First I thought it may be someone to buy timber boards. But no, I went out the door to the top of the steeps, just as the car came onto the yard. A young lady and a gent got out."Hello", I shouted to get their attention, " Hello, are you David Woodward", came back. Going down to meet them and introductions, It was Sarah Bowie, who managed, Llantarnam Arts centre, and Derek Turner, who was the then Chairman for the Welsh Arts council. They had come to look for me and wanted some of my work for an forth coming Exhibition,. what an honour, I had my work going into some very prestigious places. Yes, those few years of very hard work were paying off. I`ll stop for now, there so much more to write, and tomorrow is another day.