I call it a track – it’s a lane – because I feel like a pilgrim every time I go up it from my partner’s farmhouse, Cefnymeysydd Isaf, which is hidden away amid a woodland of oak and ash. In 2019, we made a book of my poems and his watercolour paintings, which was titled […]
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