Why I like industry in rural locations

From Planet 239

A Poem by Robert Lacey

O olwg hagrwch cynnydd
Ar wyneb trist y gwaith.
Mae bro rhwng môr a mynydd
Heb arni staen na chraith...1

You can’t drive by my perimeter fence
without an abrupt ‘for fuck’s sake’ – but I was allowed.
I met all the planning regulations.

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