Those songs of Llŷn fade away for Whitehead, Yorkshire swine, some cheap wine. No sea breeze or wildflowers, just a gleaming bowl of frozen bones. Sore knees, they prevail, but not for me. Sad to be gone. Good to be home. Thanks to the lineage, the nutters, landlords and rebels.pic.twitter.com/BNOBmuCBNU
3:07 PM - 4 Aug 2018
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