‘Should we say we’re worried about her welfare?’ Lockdown is being lifted, gradually. But by rights, Carys and Wynstill shouldn’t be making the 12-mile journey across Powys to see her sister. You were supposed to stay local, unless you were going on some kind of mercy mission, to check whether someone was still alive or not. Carys imagines armed policemen guarding a barricaded checkpoint on the bridge at Builth Wells. ‘If we’re stopped, I mean?’ Wyn snorts. Anyone acquainted withTeleri, knowsshe’s never had trouble looking after herself. Carys can see her now, elbowing global pandemics aside. To the right – biff! To the left –baff! Wyn is driving. He seems calm. They make idle chatter as they wind their way through the sun-drenched lanes, commenting on the grassy hedges, the froth of cow parsley, reminiscing how lovely it has been with less traffic; how they’ve been able to hear the…