s often as I can, but not often enough, I head up into the Cambrian mountains with my friend Dai, where we walk empty miles, catch trout from remote llyns and burn peat to warm our souls. Our base is a hut built well over 100 years ago by a club made up of local farmers, solicitors, doctors and the like, which still exists and of which Dai is a
On the Campaign Trail
Jul 19, 2023
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