Then, almost immediately, Borlga digresses. One of his most favoured memories of being sunburnt on a Saturday afternoon in the scorching heat of the west comes to light. It’s a story I had heard hinted about, but about to get from the horse’s mouth.
Then, almost immediately, Borlga digresses. One of his most favoured memories of being sunburnt on a Saturday afternoon in the scorching heat of the west comes to light. It’s a story I had heard hinted about, but about to get from the horse’s mouth.