Melody’s route followed the walls of the castle, past the statue of the intense Aneurin Bevan and down St. Mary’s Street. She was practically alone on the street, too late for latecomers and too early for closing. She was wrapped tight against the wind and rain, swaying like a willow tree. She carried herself with a relaxed, confident air, ironic for her gallows walk.

Photography by Amy Davies.

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