
I stare at the Welsh. The Welsh stares back.
“Wow. I mean... you weren’t joking about the size!”, I say, with just the merest hint of panic in my voice. Benoit, our guide, nods solemnly.

I stare at the Welsh. The Welsh stares back.
“Wow. I mean... you weren’t joking about the size!”, I say, with just the merest hint of panic in my voice. Benoit, our guide, nods solemnly.