Parker, Mike books

The Wild Rover: A Blistering Journey Along Britain’s Footpaths

The source of the smell, a proper Borth grande dame wrapped in a shabby kimono, gazed blearily at Mary and me. ‘Ah, good morning,’ she slurred. ‘You have company today, I see. And good morning to you too.’ She nodded to the film crew standing behind us, as if this kind of thing happened every day...