My sister and I arrive at the Taliesin Theatre fifteen minutes early, enough time to share a bag of Maltesers. People are clustered into circular groups, conversing heartily. The group sitting next to us are speaking in Welsh, which is always refreshing to hear in Swansea. I am quite easily the youngest person in the […]
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