Image by CJ Wagstaff CJ Wagstaff Weather Warning I arrived in Penscynor to a fanfare of punishing rain; each huge glob landing like a shotput on the windshield. From the passenger seat, I could already see gusts of wind battering the tree line like some aggrieved poltergeist. I spent a final moment soaking up the car’s warmth before heaving myself out into the drizzle, the gravel-rich car park turning to a grey paste under my boots. It’s not tha…
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