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The path leads, in the end, to an area that seems to be farmland, although it lies muddy and fallow, now. A middle-aged man is bending over the engine of a car, adjusting it with a wrench and his gloved hands. He's positioned an electric torch to give himself more light than the late-afternoon winter sky is providing him. He looks up to adjust the torch, and then stands abruptly and wipes his hands on each other. He calls out something, loudly, in Welsh, and then says, as loudly, "Hallo over there?"