An account of an afternoon in the ‘crucible of protest’
In the beautiful, long, hot summer of 1976, our last term at primary school, we were taken to the local open air swimming pool for…
A pale blue spring sky afternoon. Cold clear air on a quiet road between Welsh market towns in the early eighties. Bob’s dusty red…
I stop to take a picture of a crow filled conifer and, as I turn, I fall in step with a Scarlets-clad man on…
