Well, not so much lazy, more was-out-in-the-broiling-French-sun-watching-the-peloton while listening to Kraftwerk #tourdefrancetourdefrance today, and am knackered and sunburnt.
So here is a wee photo of Bridge Street, Llangollen, that I took on a particularly Welshy night in 2012; I can still smell the coalfires just looking at it. And here’s a link to a lovely piece from 2017 on Wales Arts Review about how the excellent Crime Cymru was born. Read that and then visit them to find just how many excellent Welsh crime writers are currently prowling about. And buy their books.