I turn the kaleidoscope wheel with my finger and peer in. Glorious slices of colours sweep past. After purchasing the handtooled object at an art gallery in Wales, I think about how much of that beautiful country I’d love to slip into a suitcase and fly back to Canada: The warmth of the people, the musical language, rugged pastoral landscapes, luxury hotels and charming tea shops, Victorian shopping arcades, castles, farm-fresh greens with heritage tomatoes and a particular gin drin… (View original article)