If it is true that home is where the heart is, then Llandrillo is not my really my home at all. How can that be? After all, Llandrillo, Denbighshire, is certainly where I own the only piece of property I have in the world and since January 2010 my wife Tina and I have lived here. More than that, I love the place! Llandrillo to me always looks beautiful, whether the rain is falling or the sun shining. The hills and fields provide endless attraction. I enjoy walking the dog, cycling or driving anywhere in this area. The local Welsh people are wonderful. But something that is occasionally said is that the Welsh find it hard to fully accept the English because they don't stay, or in other words they are just 'passing through.' Well, that's me. I'm just passing through Llandrillo. I love it, but I can't stay. Not that I have any plans to move and indeed I could quite happily stay here until I join my father in the local cemetery and perhaps I will. But I will always be just 'passing through' because home is where the heart is and my heart belongs to the Lord Jesus Christ. He is seated at the right hand of God in the heavens. One day I will see him! The Apostle John wrote 'it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.' I have reason to believe that I am included in the 'we' John speaks of, although I certainly don't deserve it and never shall. So I wait for the day. I love Llandrillo, but in the truest sense my heart is somewhere else. These pages will tell you something about where I have been, something about how I see the place I live now, and just a little more about where my heart is. Welcome!