Camlann: Season 1, Episode 2:
"Are Horses Still a Thing?"
Transcript created: 17th January 2024
Last updated: 17th January 2024
SHOW NOTES
The gang deals with the local wildlife.
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The Welsh folk song featured in this episode is Pais Dinogad, an Old Welsh lullaby.
This episode featured: Tobias Weatherburn as Dai, Angharad Phillips as Morgan, Robyn Holdaway as Perry, Paul Warren as Gwaine, Peter Wicks as The News Anchor and Beth Crane as The Kelpie. Special thanks to Hobbes the Lion for playing Gelert. This episode was written and directed by Ella Watts, with original scoring and sound design from Amber Devereux at Tin Can Audio, and additional Music Direction from Alessa Catterall. Our Production Manager is Ross McFarlane.
Special thanks to: Angharad Gilbey, Holly Thwaites Bee, Samuel Thompson, Sara-Luise Edge-Smith, Elizabeth Campbell, Marc Sollinger, Sarah Shachat, David K. Barnes, Rosenkranz Vermilion and Max Degan. We wouldn’t have got here without you.
Diolch yn fawr iawn am wrando. Thank you so much for listening.
Keep the fires burning.
Content Warnings: Drowning, Fantasy Violence, Death and Grief, Loss of a Family Member, Strong Language.
SCENE 1
[The fire crackles warmly. The trees from the surrounding forest sigh. The nearby stream burbles along. Dai’s sings softly.]
DAI: Peis dinogat e vreith vreith,
O grwyn balaot ban wreith,
Chwit chwit chwidogetih,
Gochanwn gochenyn wythgeith.
[A banjo plucks a tune reminiscent of the one Dai was singing to himself. Dai begins to speak as the music builds, sad and a touch ominous.]
DAI: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a monster? That you’re strange, or different. That the fact that you’re alive is somehow a threat. That your existence is cursed. That all you do is bring harm and grief to everything and everyone around you, just by being there. Have you ever felt like you’re the poison in the well?
See the thing that no one talks about is not just that it’s bullshit, obviously it’s bullshit. But it gets under your skin. It haunts you. It crawls through your veins at night and it seeps into your dreams, creeping through your mind like mould. It’s this constant, abrasive misery. This endless anxiety.
What if they’re right?
SCENE 2
Cars pass at a distance, their tires roll on concrete and engines rev. Morgan and Ben are talking through what sounds like an old video recording. Ben has a young, teenage sounding voice, excitable, with a Welsh accent.
BEN: Ok, I've got something. Go
MORGAN: Alright. Is it an animal?
BEN: Yes!
MORGAN: Does it live in the sea?
BEN: Nope
MORGAN: Does it live in the desert?
BEN: No!
MORGAN: Does it live in Wales?
BEN: Sometimes
MORGAN: Sometimes? Interesting. Is it a bird?
BEN: Ummm - No!
MORGAN: Wait, are you cheating?
BEN: No! I can't tell you, it'll give it away. You’re up to seven questions now.
MORGAN: Those questions don't count!
BEN: Yes they do!
MORGAN: Fine! Is it smaller than a person?
BEN: No!
MORGAN: Alright, is it bigger than a person?
BEN: Yes! It’s huge.
MORGAN: Ok. And it lives in Wales? And it doesn't live in the sea? Are you sure you're not making this up?
BEN: Yes, no, and yes! (giggling) That's twelve questions. Eight lift!
MORGAN: Ok, ok, is it real?
BEN: Ermmmm…
MORGAN: You are making it up!
BEN: No I'm not!
MORGAN: Yes you are! You totally are. You can't even keep a straight face, cheater.
BEN: I'm not cheating! It didn't used to be real but it is now. So it's not real, but it is.
MORGAN: (trepidatious) What are you talking about?
BEN: Nice try, but I'm not supposed to tell you. Plus, you've got six questions left. You're never going to get it. Nobody saw this coming.
[Low static begins to build behind Ben’s words]
MORGAN: What?
BEN: Five questions! Better be quick
MORGAN: (panicking) Ben, listen to me. What are you talking about?
BEN: Time's running out!
[Suddenly, all sound cuts off except for Ben’s voice which doubles and becomes a low growl.]
BEN: I'll give you a clue. It eats people.
[A crowd of people screaming, running, crying in pain fades in. A gargantuan monster growls and the crowd screams louder. The creature’s footsteps shake the ground, buildings crumble and concrete crunches under it.]
BEN: (VERY FAR OFF,SCREAMING) MORGAN
[As Ben screams, we hear the creature’s jaws clamp down. Ben’s bones are crunched, there is a squelch of his body breaking.]
[Morgan wakes up, out of breath, her sheets rustle, the bed creaks.]
[Water is flowing through the room, sloshing up against the walls.]
[A creature whinnies like a large startled horse.]
MORGAN: What the hell?
[Heavy hooved feet step through the water, which swills and swishes. A very large animal, very close, huffs and opens its mouth. There’s a wet clicking of flesh peeling back from sharp teeth.]
KELPIE: The hour has come, but not the man.
MORGAN: (SCREAM OF FEAR)
[Pounding of fists on the bedroom door, Gelert is barking loudly and furiously outside.]
[The door suddenly swings open, sending back a wave of water. Gelert splashes in barking.]
DAI: Morgan! Are you alright? What happened? Why is the bedroom flooded?
[Gelert rustles the sheets as he jumps onto the bed, snuffling and whining at Morgan. She holds him.]
MORGAN: Shh Gel, it’s ok. Gelert, come here, it’s ok.
DAI: Morgan?
MORGAN: I don’t know.
[Dai wades forward towards the bed. Morgan is panting, distressed.]
DAI: Ok, it’s alright, I’m here. Are you hurt?
MORGAN: (wincing) No. It’s just from earlier.
DAI: Let’s get you out of here.
[Dai helps Morgan off the bed, and they both step into the water and wade through it.]
MORGAN: Wait.
[A rusty squeak as Morgan turns off the tap, firmly. Sudden quiet in the absence of the crashing water.]
[They walk a little further, stopping at the doorframe. Gelert whines and jumps up out of the water onto the carpeted floorboards, which creak.]
DAI: It’s so weird. It’s just stops at the door. I wouldn’t even know it had flooded if you hadn’t -
MORGAN: Is Perry alright?
DAI: Yeah. I volunteered.
[Dai steps out of the water onto the carpeted floorboards.]
MORGAN: Right. Because you’re taking it in turns on crazy watch.
[The floorboard creeks again as Morgan steps out.]
DAI: Because you’re my best friend, and I love you. Come on, let’s get you warmed up.
MUSIC: OPENING THEME
DAI: Camlann. Episode Two, Are Horses Still A Thing?
MUSIC: OPENING THEME
SCENE 3
[A dawn chorus of birds, plus the insectile chittering, skittering, chirping of faeries and bugs very quietly. The distant stream. Trees in the wind.]
[The persistent drip of the leak.]
[Morgan hammering something metal a little too enthusiastically.]
PERRY: What did the truck ever do to you?
MORGAN: Morning Peredur
PERRY: Peredur? Will you forgive me if I say I found coffee?
MORGAN: Wait, really?
[Gerelt’s tail is wagging and he whines in front of Perry looking for attention. Perry crouches down, ruffling his coat.]
PERRY: Morning Gel. Aren’t you just the cutest little monster hunter I ever did see? (STANDING UP) Here.
[Morgan unscrews the lid of thermos like it had life-saving medicine within and deeply inhales.]
MORGAN: This is the only thing that’s ever mattered
PERRY: You’re welcome. So...Bad dreams again?
MORGAN: Why? Having second thoughts about letting the witch run free?
PERRY: I’m not going to grace that with a response
MORGAN: Sorry. It’s just that sometimes I wonder whether we should. I don’t know how this works. None of us do. Maybe I am dangerous. Maybe I’m possessed. Maybe she’s going to make me do something horrible and I won’t be able to stop her.
PERRY: You’re not dangerous.
MORGAN: How do you know that?
PERRY: Because Morgan Le Fay doesn’t have a dog called Gelert. She doesn’t drink instant coffee like her life depends on it. And you have never hurt us.
MORGAN: Doesn’t it scare you?
PERRY: Which part?
MORGAN: The Names. The idea that you aren’t really you any more.
PERRY: I’ve thought a lot about who I am. I know who that person is. That hasn’t stopped or changed because of the Cataclsym.
I think I’m just both, these days. Both Peredur the Knight, and Peredur the PhD student. We’re vast, right? We contain multitudes.
[The Camlann’s hopeful notes fade in as the two talk.]
MORGAN: Your multitudes aren’t cursed
PERRY: No, but I work for King Arthur. Which is kind of worse, in this story.
MORGAN: That Arthur isn’t your Arthur
PERRY: He’s the only one we’ve found. The point is that I don’t think any of this is predetermined. I don’t think you’re infected or possessed or brainwashed.
I think there’s some kind of magic at work. But I also think that maybe, this time, we get to tell our own stories.
MORGAN: You don’t know that
PERRY: I don’t. But I have faith in you. Come on. Let’s get some breakfast.
[The Camlann theme and the sounds of the garage fade.]
SCENE 4
[Creaking floorboards under carpet]
[Dai clicking through stations on the CB Radio, hissing static.]
NEWS ANCHOR: Here are the main points again. Stay in your own homes. The message-
[Loud static over the News Anchor’s words. Dai continues to click through stations.]
NEWS ANCHOR: Should be given by the sirens and repeated on this wavelength. Water must be rationed and should be used only for essential drinking and-
[Dai switches the station, again drowning out the News Anchor’s voice in static.]
GWAINE: Hello? Can you hear me? Are you there? Dai?
[Gwaine’s signal is much worse today, and sounds of a rainforest creep through the static on his line - birds, howling, hooting, whooping animals, rushing water.]
[Dai is obviously distracted and exhausted.]
DAI: Hey, I’m here
GWAINE: What’s wrong?
DAI: What? Nothing
GWAINE: Now I know there’s something wrong. Are you hurt?
DAI: No, no it’s fine. It’s just Morgan
GWAINE: (concerned] What happened?
DAI: Nothing exactly? She’s just been having bad dreams
GWAINE: And you’re worried about her
DAI: Is it that obvious?
GWAINE: She’ll be alright. She’s stronger than she looks. (smiling) And really, really good at drinking tequila.
DAI: I forgot about that. That was embarrassing for you
GWAINE: I don’t know why I brought it up
DAI: Where are you now?
GWAINE: Somewhere in the new forest?
DAI: The New Forest? Gwaine, I said North West.
GWAINE: Oh no, not the New Forest, the new forest. You know, the one that grew after the Cataclysm. The really, really big one full of wolves and dryads and aurochs? The big moose-cow things?
DAI: Which is why it sounds like you’re in the Amazon. I’m an idiot.
GWAINE: No, you’re not. [BEAT] Dai, there’s something I need to tell you
DAI: (tense) What?
GWAINE: It’s not about Arthur.
DAI: (relieved) What is it then?
[Slightly ominous, minor piano keys play softly as Gwaine speaks.]
GWAINE: Something’s following me. Something or someone. Not a Knight, I’d know if it was one of them. Whatever it is, it’s got a lot more present since I entered the woods. It feels like the moss and the ferns and the trees are all part of some huge web, and whatever this is it’s pulling on the threads.
DAI: That’s the worst possible metaphor you could have chosen
GWAINE: I think I’m in its home territory. I’m going to go dark for a bit, see if I can lose it by the time I get to Abergavenny. Give me three days.
DAI: Are you sure about this?
GWAINE: Are you going to give me a more specific heading?
DAI: Just get to Carmarthen
GWAINE: Carmarthen, alright. Thanks, Dai.
DAI: Don’t thank me yet.
[Dai clicks the button, static fills the silence. The floorboards creak as Dai gets to his feet.]
[A horse whinnies from outside.]
DAI: What the...horse?
SCENE 5
The wind is louder here, and the trees aren’t so close, as Morgan, Gerelt and Perry stand atop a hill.]
[The faeries are MUCH louder here - threateningly loud, like a swarm, whispering, skittering, chittering.]
[Gelert barks loudly, furiously.]
MORGAN: Are we worried about the fair folk?
[Perry tramps through the grass over to Morgan and rustles in their pocket.]
PERRY: Here, put it in your buttonhole
MORGAN: Fennel?
PERRY: Found it in the greenhouse. You put it over a door to keep the Good Neighbours out. Figured it might help here.
The swarm gets louder, suddenly, and Gelert whines.
MORGAN: ‘Might’ isn’t fantastically reassuring, Perry.
PERRY: We better work faster then. They’re not going anywhere until we’ve secured the perimeter.
MORGAN: And an electric fence is going to stop them how?
PERRY: Iron in the steel. It’s all about patterns. Wards are an old, old story.
[They both return to their work, hammers on wodden fence posts, clinking of toolboxes, the twang of steel wire. The swarm of faeries continue to buzz menacingly. Gelert responds with growls.]
MORGAN: Did you notice the sheep?
PERRY: The single sheep with the weird eyes that has been watching us for the last three hours? Yep, I noticed it
MORGAN: Is it a problem?
PERRY: I don’t think so. Pretty sure it’s a Gwyll. Mountain spirit. Territorial, but protective. And we’re not planning to mine this place. Plus, if it didn’t want us here it would have attacked us already.
MORGAN: Lovely.
[Suddenly, there’s a distant rumble of thunder. Gelert growls a warning.]
[It starts to rain - lightly at first, and then more and more heavily. The faerie swarm flees, getting quieter and quieter.]
PERRY: Weird.
[Walkie-talkie static.]
DAI: Hey, uh, Per bear?
[Perry beeps the walkie-talkie on]
PERRY: Dai, if you're calling to try and start telephone karaoke again then I have to warn you that this is - not easy - and I'm not in the mood.
DAI: (D.) What? I mean, any other time, obviously, but no. There's a horseoutside? That's normal, right? That's not a problem. Horses are a thing. Are horses still a thing?
PERRY: What? Wait
MORGAN: (from a distance) What does he want?
PERRY: Apparently he found a horse? Hang on
[Morgan walks closer.]
MORGAN: (tense) A horse?
[The rain gets heavier.]
PERRY: Dai, can you describe it for me?
DAI: (D.) Horsey? Four legs, mane, tail, big nostrils. Kind of dappled grey, I guess? Silvery. Sort of like a storm cloud. I mean, I don't even like horses - no offence big guy - but this one is "illustration in a kids' book" levels of pretty.
[A low droning chord begins to fade ominously.]
[The horse neighs through the walkie talkie. There’s the sound of dripping water.]
DAI: (D.) (to himself) Weird
MORGAN: What's weird?
[Morgan presses her walkie talkie call button.]
MORGAN: Dai?
DAI: (D.) Hey Morgs - it’s probably nothing, just, the door handle -
MORGAN: What about it?
DAI: (D.) I could have sworn it was dry a second ago
[The horse neighs loudly. The sound of dripping water gets louder.]
DAI: (D.) Oh my god those are some teeth. Woah there horsey. I'm not going to hurt you. And you're not going to hurt me, right? You're just a horse. Just a normal, big, grey, pretty horse. A normal, pretty grey horse which is soaking wet. Well, that doesn't have to be weird, right? Maybe you just went for a swim. It's - okay it's not a hot day, but you can swim on cold days. Swim in the rain, live your truth, I won't judge
[The creature neighs louder still and Dai’s walkie-talkie cuts out.]
DAI: (D.) Where is this - ? It wasn’t raining before right?. Perry? Morgan?
MORGAN: (TO PERRY) We need to go. Right now.
PERRY: What?
MORGAN: (running) NOW, PERRY!
[The rain in the field with Morgan and Perry is much heavier, they begin to run.]
PERRY: One nice day. One nice day, that’s all I ask.
DAI: (D.) Perry? Morgan?
MORGAN: (through heavy breaths) Dai, listen to me! Stay away from the
Water!
(Static. Now Morgan and Perry are on the other side of the radio, and we hear Dai breathing in the studio.)
MORGAN: (D.) We're coming. Don't touch the water.
SCENE 6
[Dai is on the ground floor of the studio. Water is running under the door. The Kelpie is on the other side, trying to kick the door down.]
DAI: Ok. Ok ok ok. That's not ominous at all. Just don't touch the water. That's fine. That's easy. The floor is lava. I can do this.
[All the taps turn themselves on, spewing geysers into the sinks and over the counters.]
DAI: Sweet holy Mary Mother of Jesus. Ok. Everything's fine. Everything's fine. The others are coming and it's going to be fine.
[The Kelpie huffs outside.]
KELPIE: (through the door) The hour has come
DAI: Oh SO YOU TALK NOW. That's great. That's fine. Totally normal. Totally cool. Talking murder horse. Great. Great. You know what? I take back what I said about living your truth. You need to REASSESS YOUR LIFE GOALS
[The Kelpie rears again, destroying the door, splintering and snapping the wood. Dai scrambles backwards.]
KELPIE: The hour has come
DAI: Oh God oh God oh God
[DAI shakes and throws his salt shaker at the Kelpie. It rattles like a maraca.]
DAI: GET SODIUM-ED!
[The shaker plops in a pool of water on the floor, the Kelpie growls maliciously.]
DAI: The CW lied to me!
[Dai calls the others on his walkie talkie.]
DAI: Hey, guys, red alert - the horse is in the studio. I repeat, the horse. Is IN. The studio. Also, salt isn’t working so we need to discuss that later.
[The Kelpie walks slowly through the water, hooves splashing.]
KELPIE: The hour has come
DAI: Ok, right, yes, I get that. But have you considered: daylight savings! You're hundreds of years old, yeah? Probably. You're definitely not a modern thing. So maybe you're out? You need to make up for all those times you didn't adjust your, you know. Your watch. Ok you don't have a watch but you get what I'm saying
[The Kelpie screams and rears. Dai shouts in fear and falls off the sofa into the water.]
DAI: [Cries out.]
[Dai starts running away through the water.]
[From far off, Gelert barks furiously. The Kelpie neighs a warning]
[Morgan comes crashing inside.]
MORGAN: (searching) Dai!
DAI: Morgan! Where’s Perry?
MORGAN: They’re coming. Dai, listen, I had this dream -
[A crossbow bolt goes off like a shotgun flying past Morgan, landing with a splintering crunch in the plaster of the wall.]
DAI: Oh thank god
PERRY: DAI! GET DOWN!
DAI: WAY AHEAD OF YOU BUDDY
[Dai throws something heavy at the window and it shatters. Then he sprints away through the water and the Kelpie follows him, shrieking.]
PERRY: (from outside) Get the HELL away from him
[Another crossbow bolt hits the Kelpie. Gelert snarls and latches onto its legs. The Kelpie squeals in pain.]
[Dai trips and falls into the water. We submerge with him as he struggles, splashing. Gasping for breath.]
MORGAN: (from outside the water) DAI!!
[Another crossbow bolt. The Kelpie screams and collapses, dead, into the water.
[Resurfacing: Morgan and Perry are splashing through the water with less urgency, circling the corpse of the Kelpie.]
[The taps stop. The water swills back and forth.]
PERRY: (OUT OF BREATH) What's going on? Is he hurt?
MORGAN crouches by DAI and tries to lift him.
MORGAN: I don't know. I can't get him up (SHE HEAVES) I can't move him, he's stuck. Perry, he's drowning!
PERRY: Let me help
[Morgan and Perry try to pull Dai’s convulsing body out of the water.]
PERRY: It's like something's holding him down
MORGAN: I thought that thing was dead
PERRY: It is. But this could be some kind of leftover? A curse or something?
[Dai stops struggling.]
MORGAN: Whatever it is it's killing him!
PERRY: Ok, deep breaths. Again.
[Morgan and Perry heave again, finally getting Dai out of the water.]
MORGAN: This can’t be happening
[The water starts to swirl around Morgan. Slowly at first - a growing ripple, the water moving against the walls.]
PERRY: Morgan, we have to check his airways. (BEAT) Morgan!
[The water stops moving. Silence swells to fill the space.]
MORGAN: (dazed) What?
PERRY: Open his mouth. Ok. I think we're going to need to do CPR
MORGAN: Neither of us knows how to do that
PERRY: Then we improvise. Morgan, look at me. He's not dead yet. He needs us. He needs you.
MORGAN: Ok. Ok. I'll do it
PERRY: Great. So we start with chest compressions. It's thirty, I think
[Perry starts doing the chest compressions.]
[The water starts to swirl again. Water lapping on stone, and this time tiny waves breaking against the walls and furniture.]
[Uneasy, Gelert whines.]
PERRY: (to themself) Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. (to Morgan) Ok, go for it
[Morgan gives Dai two rescue breaths. Nothing happens. Perry starts doing chest compressions again.]
[The water gets louder. The waves are getting bigger and more forceful. Bookshelves rattle. A vase shatters.]
MORGAN: Not like this. You don’t get to leave me like this.
[Gelert whines more urgently, but Morgan doesn’t seem to notice.]
PERRY: Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. Ok, again
[Morgan gives Dai two more rescue breaths. Nothing happens.]
[The waves get worse. They’re big enough to hit the windows now, water crashing against glass. A howling wind is building.]
[Gelert starts barking, frightened.]
PERRY: (breathless) The kelpie’s definitely dead, right?
[Perry starts doing the compressions again.]
MORGAN: They won’t take you away from me.
[There’s a horrific thunder crack of breaking stone. Water starts bursting through the walls like a geyser. Gelert whimpers.]
PERRY: Twenty-five. (BREATHLESS) Morgan, are you seeing this?
[Sound fades, leaving Morgan in a moment of silence, before a swoosh like a breaking wave on a clear day.]
MORGAN: Come back
[Everything fades away.]
[Suddenly, Dai gasps and wakes up, coughing and retching.]
PERRY: Oh thank god
[The waves and hurricane reach a crescendo. The house is shaking. Picture frames shattering, sofas thump into walls.]
PERRY: (OVER THE WIND) Morgan, we need to get out of here! I’ve got Dai!
[The storm escalates. The building rumbles. More gunshot stone cracks and splinters as the foundations threaten to crumble.]
[Perry picks up Dai.]
PERRY: Up we go handsome
DAI: (hoarse) Flatterer
[Perry starts wading through the water, carrying Dai.]
PERRY: MORGAN! COME ON!
[Behind them, the storm rages in the studio like the ocean.]
PERRY: Everyone ok? Dai?
DAI: I’m fine. Morgan?
MORGAN: [Staving off a panic attack – panting, sobbing.]
DAI: Per, put me down.
DAI & PERRY: [sharp exhale]
[Weakly, Dai stumbles over to Morgan.]
DAI: (close) It’s ok, cariad. I’m here.
[Morgan bursts into tears, hugging Dai. In the studio, the storm starts to subside a little.]
MORGAN: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
DAI: It’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong.
MORGAN: You nearly died!
DAI: And that wasn’t your fault. I’m fine, see?
[The storm in the studio has stopped completely.]
MORGAN: Please don’t do that again. Please.
DAI: I’ll do my best.
CREDITS
Camlann, Episode Two: Are Horses Still A Thing?, was written and directed by Ella Watts. It was produced by Amber Devereux, with an original score by Amber Devereux and additional music direction by Alessa Caterall. Our production manager is Ross McFarlane.
This episode featured Tobias Weatherburn as Dai, Angharad Phillips as Morgan, Robyn Holdaway as Perry, Paul Warren as Gwaine, KC Finn as Ben, Peter Wicks as the News Anchor and Beth Crane as The Kelpie. Special thanks to Hobbes the lion for playing Gelert.
This podcast is a Tin Can Audio Production, made possible with support from Creative Scotland and The Inevitable Foundation.
HOUSEKEEPING
Hello! It’s Ella again, thank you so much for listening to episode 2. The title of this episode continues to be my favourite in the series. I really hope you enjoyed it.
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If you’d like to join Amber, Ella and occasionally other members of the cast and crew for a live listen along of each episode of Camlann as it releases, you can do that on Mondays from eight til ten pm GMT. On Wednesdays at the same time, Amber will be taking you through the process of composing the music for the show, and on our off-weeks, Amber will be doing a behind the scenes stream on Mondays where they break apart the project file for each episode and explain how they did the sound design.
These streams are always a fun and cozy time, and if you have any questions about the show for Amber and I, it’s a good opportunity to ask them.
Finally, I’d like to give you a podcast recommendation! Specifically, two podcast recommendations. The first is Night Shift: an Urban Fantasy audio drama. This queer drama centres around a trans barista and amateur conspiracy theorist who gets in way over his head when he meets the charismatic and handsome representative of his city’s biggest mega-corporation. It’s an emotional, gripping mystery romance with incredible worldbuilding that will leave you desperate for more.
My second recommendation is Gather the Suspects. This is a fantastic comedy drama set in a block of flats in what the show describes as a ‘very boring’ near-future apocalypse. It’s also a murder mystery. It’s a bit like if you crossed The Cornetto Trilogy with Only Murders in the Building and put it in Wales. Strongly recommended if you’re in need of some cozy evening listening.
Thank you so much again for your support, and remember - keep the fires burning. Diolch am wrando.
