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How the Light Gets In
Sonia Purnell looks back on a year of travels which helped her reflect on all the UK still has to offer
This time last year, I spent a memorable 40 minutes in a recycled whisky barrel buffeted by a brisk winter wind wearing nothing but a swimming costume and a woolly hat.
It’s not quite as mad as it sounds.
Neck-deep in 40°C water laced with flakes of local Halen Môn sea salt, plus ochre fronds of bladderwrack (seaweed), I was looking out from the island of Anglesey over the narrows of the Menai Strait to the north Wales coast and the glowering mountains behind.
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