And this, my friends, is where it all started – well, more or less! Actually, the true inspiration came from the plot of land next door, to the left – and not shown on this photograph: A farm, in West Wales, roughly half way between Aberystwyth and Machynlleth, where, in January 1979, my boyfriend and I fetched up months before our finals.
Tanllan was the name of the farm – and we fell in love with it the moment we saw it. I had just turned twenty-one; Nigel would catch up with me in the Spring. We thought we were so grown-up, ancient even. We also had this immense feeling of relief: While the vast majority of our student friends were renting rooms in various dives in Aberystwyth itself, we had found, and moved into, half a farmhouse some miles away from the university.
We ended up living there until…
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