I opened the Times on the train to London about three weeks ago and nearly choked on my tea as there on page three was a photograph of myself next to Desmund Tutu in an article about Hay-on-Wye and the anti-retail development fight. My "quotes" were direct paraphrases from this very blog.
Hay-on-Wye has its own micro-climate, being in a dip with not much winter sun. It always seems a degree or two colder than everywhere locally. Each day I nip in to the centre to grab a loaf of Alex Gooch's beautiful sourdough bread from the local deli and have a quick chat with the shopkeepers.