I voyaged into the depths of Splott with the attitude that “wherever I laid my hat was my home”. It was as if  I’d played my cards right. It felt like home. I was merely a guest in a  place too safe for a free spirit, too homely for a home bird. The place that would become home from home, but never truly my home.


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