Fair play that drover has some large feet.
its for stuffing all that london money in after driving all your sheep downtown at the end of the year
and for kicking in the heads of the banditos who try it on on the way home, Twm Sion Cati tried that shit on him back in the day, those big drover boots booted him so hard he had to live in a cave in rhandyrmwyn. thats a fuckin dark side of the valley, that
first bank in wales was started in this town, drovers being the first welsh lads to understand the value of not having to carry all your cash round with you. would love to be there when one of those tri-corner chancers jumed out from behind a hedge, and evans was all like 'not your lucky life boy, its all online now, youle have to go sell yourself on onlyfans to get on now'
there are now no banks in llandovery, first time since the first bank got put together. the bank has been the site of the worst pub in the town for most of my life. not the shittest, roughest pub, but the most lifeless, conglomorate owned depressing atmos draining place. probably the ghosts of all them bankers
farmers wear trainers now mostly, subsidised to the point of vegetation, rotting, looking at their father's tools, only vauge comprehension. rotting fences and forgotten histories, they get all their food from the co-op, their sheep lack purpose