I’m heading to Welsh Wales, although they pretend it isn’t and that they’re English and call it the Forest of Dean. It bears just about the same scenery and weather, but I am taking sustenance with me, so I won’t be eating seaweed and the like. I will hopefully be back in time for the Grand Prix. It will be a miracle if my bets come off, given young Nan…
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