It was a beautifully sunny afternoon when Mike drove me and my girlfriend from Machynlleth to his home. The landscape was glorious, with jutting hills, babbling brooks and new lambs leaping about. When we got to Mike’s home, Rhiw Goch (Red Hill) I felt like I had stepped into an episode of ‘Escape to the […]
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