Tales from Wales. Part 1: Beaches and Blisters

Summer has arrived – apparently. I’ve been so entrenched in my writing cave, I probably would have let it float merrily on by without so much as glance up from my computer screen if two bored teenagers hadn’t started flicking stones at my precious MacBook. At first I ignored them, annoyed and slightly unsettled by their rare and unexpected appearance into my subterranean domain. And then it hit me – not one of their badly-aimed pebbles – but the full horror of why they were pestering me at 10...