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Boo. Bet you thought I’d run away to become a sheep farmer. No? Oh, that’s embarrassing. Forget the sheep. Anyway: The Woodsman, work and related sundry have prevented me from blogging as regularly as I would like. Some of my family have commented that I...

The right side of the river

I’m back in Wales, back at home, and after four months – four difficult months – it really does feel great to breathe air that doesn’t leave you with snot the colour of slate. To be able to look up at the night sky and see actual stars instead of enough...