We used to play football on winter fields on ice which hardly melted all the day long by arches strung at a right angle to the Thames. We used to play all summer long, or just a day with tourists in Alexandra Gardens careful of flower beds to a degree as when we played by […]

If Shelley watched Scott McTominay would his Naples dream have been of healing even as the breeze from the Tyrrhenian through holm oaks in the Villa Communale reached an oriental plane? Missing peace within and surpassing wealth, is it that Percy would have lost himself in the Quartieri Spagnoli under the Hand of God? By […]

When you could walk all around the ground we stretched the laws of the land to the halfway line on the other side. There we would stand by the segregation line or mingle over half-time pies like it’s a paradise of the lion and the lamb. When you could walk all around the ground you […]

If Cardiff played on the moon, that dragon with a knot of fans would be there in support soaring through lost atmosphere: the valleys’ astronauts And if one day the Milky Way with Andromeda collides, will we fuse or will we pass; will we still have five-a-side? There’s a passage made for outer space from […]

For simple food or a couple of drinks make your way down to The Margam Deer. Here a welcome awaits of an indifferent nod, a distant smile that puts you at ease with no rush and the pressure off. You never know who will walk through the doors. It could change your life; it could […]