It is 6.30am, a crisp moonlit morning, 18 January 2022 Outside, an orange wolf-moon glows as its beams of light make the frosted grass effervescent, and the bodies of resting sheep are shadows along the contours of the land. As I load my lunch, notebooks, and wellies into the car, I hear the distant rumbling…Continue Reading Ffion Jones: Foundations
Ffion Jones: Foundations
