In the pitch dark, we stormed from the house to the pick-up truck and screeched out of our farmyard with me shouting: ‘Come on! This is our only chance! If we don’t get there now we’re done for!’
‘They won’t sell to us because we’re English. It’s like those stories you hear about idiots who move to Wales’
It was nearly 10 p.m.
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