I drive for hours to get to Llandaff, and arrive just as the sun is setting.
There are barely ten houses here, all run down and seemingly cut off in time and space from the
rest of the world. An overweight girl peddles forlornly around
her front yard on a small bike. A couple of birds half-heartedly wheel around
overhead. Just as I'm leaving, a man appears from one of the houses and tells
me that he thinks I might be trying to rob him. I have no intention of doing
that, but it's a fair point - why else would anyone be out here?