Rolling down the car window I ask for Rosie. Which one? replies the parking-attendant at Ynys-hir’s RSPB Reserve before directing me towards a marquee at the end of the field. I march over. Rosie? a girl replies; follow those lights and you’ll find her. It’s dark and I’ve always been afraid of the dark. The […]
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