Spiders own the workshop at Alban Elfed and I don’t pick fights with them, nor even dispossess them. Far more than it will ever be mine, it is theirs. If you walk down to the shop in early August there’s a disquieting feel about the place, as though you’ve interrupted someone, letting yourself into a …
Red Cedar Wright
A natural history in 365 days. More or less. And non-consecutive. Irregular at best.
