First trip. Wales. In May. In the Sunshine.

Twist, no click. Twist, no click. Nothing, not even a sputter. Two days before I’d been packing the van, getting some food stocks put away nicely in the cupboards when the radio sprang to life quite of its own accord. No blearing music, just static. I turned it off, and put it down to a gremlin and promptly ignored it (because all problems disappear when … Continue reading First trip. Wales. In May. In the Sunshine.