The sweet smell of excess supernatural sex
Tom realised he was lost. Hopelessly and utterly lost. And with the light fading fast, he probably had less than an hour to find shelter for the night. He knew exactly where he’d gone wrong, taken the wrong track at that three-pronged junction a mile back. But there wasn’t time to back-track at this hour. Press on and hope to find a field barn in which to spend the night. After coming down from university, Tom had rashly elected to tackle a solo 60-mile wilderness walk across south Wales,...