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When the bombs fell and the world ended, Wales survived. Not because we were ready—just because we’d been left off the maps. And besides… Wales is in the habit of surviving things. Welcome to Y Ffallout.
this episode of a LAU is called Love and
the Time of Mutually Assured Destruction.
There isn't much to do in Charles Smith.
With the population 971.5.
That had been another two people,
but since returning from a
holiday, no one could really say
that Maya was a whole person.
Myra nine priests had been holidaying
in Hull at the time of the first wave.
Oh, I and had gone for
a walk along the beach.
But had been killed by a parasol
blown from just down the strand
by winds that went at a pace of
several hundred kilometers an hour.
Caused by the bomb dropped
on Buckingham palace over 130
miles from the holiday hotel.
He had for obvious reasons,
not returned home after being
impaled on a holiday umbrella.
And Meyer had only really half come home.
Even metaphorical Potter sells.
Sheila could kill you half dad too.
Went blown.
Its speed by nuclear wins.
Oh, I didn't even like the beach,
but it was his custom to take
in the ad at 3:00 PM every day
with a walk on the farm at home.
He missed seeing the kids from the
local Welsh language retreat center,
falling over on the dry ski slope nearby.
But more than anything.
He missed his conversation
with David dairy Jones.
The second, most radioactive
farmer in Europe.
David dare.
We had been a farmer since he was a child.
And just like his father before
him and the one before him and
the one before him ad infinitum.
Even as a school child during the
lambing season, he would get up
and deliver his flock before he
walked down the road to his lessons.
On his way he would pass.
Wales is only nuclear power plant,
a great giant at a green landscape.
It hadn't produced power
since the early nineties.
And although it was next to his farmland,
it had never caused him any problems.
Still We had held the title locally.
Of the most radioactive pharma
in Europe for several decades.
Not because of the safety of the
power plant at Charles funnier.
With, but because of the weather patterns
in 1986, The year of the Hobble disaster.
It's no secret that lots of
European countries had seen
the fallout from Shinara.
spread across them by the
evaporation and subsequent
precipitation of radioactive dust.
But no one had.
So he claimed being the recipient
of more than David Derry.
Most farmers in Wales sold the
majority of that produce at market.
But David Derry had made it a
matcher pray to be able to feed
himself on his wife, Marie.
From his livestock, that milk, that meat.
At his healthy yield of carrots, potatoes,
and turnips from the fallowed fields.
And so when the radioactive rains
fell, Davidow dairy and Mari.
Sorry, eight plentiful
plates of nuclear nutrition.
No one ever mentioned Marty.
It was always the most radioactive
farmer, never his wife.
And while she would roll her eyes loudly
when he brought it up or when he was
interviewed for the tally as part of every
anniversary of the disaster and Ukraine,
it wasn't until the nuclear apocalypse.
That anyone ever questioned?
David dairy's claims to the title of
the most radioactive farmer in Europe.
The market for Welsh lamb had
shrunk proportionally to the size
of the global population, which was
suddenly only about 4 million people.
Farmers had to find revenue
streams elsewhere to really
become innovators in their fields.
William Jones who owned the farm
next door to Daddy's farm had
recently erected a sign above the
driveway to his property from the 70.
Which passes through trials
funded on the way down to funded.
No.
Or up to Cardiff, depending
on which way you felt about
the global 1% of Cardiff bay.
The sign rad.
Come and see Europe's
most radioactive farmer.
Touch him.
If you die.
Five pounds.
David dare.
We did not appreciate the sign.
At night, the sign glowed
with a light green neon glow.
That could be seen from miles
around, although hardly anyone ever
passed by to notice these days.
And although the light from the
sign did not really bother him.
David dairy's pride was harmed quite
substantially by his next door neighbor.
Who's serving his claim to the title
of Europe's most radioactive farmer.
But more than that.
That everyone locally, all 971.5
of them had begun to refer to William
Jones as a William the glow, without a
hint of deference to dapper Dan Joey.
Who had long attempted recognition
from the community for being
Europe's most radioactive pharma.
David dare we and William Jones had
lived next door to one another since
they were children, but in recent
years they had not spoken at all.
No one really ever mentioned a reason
for this, but Marty, David dairy's wife.
And I had one William Jones, his wife
had seen them arguing heatedly coming
out of the bond in Davis daddy's
furthermost field one winter's evening.
The two wives had been sat in
the kitchen of David daddy's farm
when they hear shouting far off.
And although it was several fields away,
sound caddied, easily, albeit muffled.
Mary had gone to a window to see
what the sound was coming from.
And so one man with the other and
a headlock at the door of the barn.
The hot orange light and steam
coming from the animals pouring
out of the open bond door.
Neither Marty, not Iran could work
out which body was which, or which
voice was screaming and anger
and which in pain.
And when it was all over.
The bodies walked into the darkness of
the great Welsh night before appearing
again at their respective farmhouses.
At neither David dare.
We know William Jones ever explained
what the argument had been about
or why they couldn't reconcile.
Trump's wanted to seemed a lot
quieter after the conversation
between the two farmers.
And as an unfortunate piece of collateral
damage, their wives also stopped speaking.
The wives were not angry
at one another or enemies.
And they would always smile and
wave when they saw one another at
the window of their farmhouses.
But not a word.
When the bombs fell across the
border in England and Scotland, the
fallout had been carried by the wind.
And when it eventually fell from
the clouds with the rain, it had
watered William Jones, his fields,
but barely any of that rain had
fallen on David dairy's land.
It wasn't unusual in a rainy
country to see the rain nearby,
but for it not to fall on you.
It was just a normal
part of everyday life.
But for what seemed like days
the rain fell like that on
one farm on not the other.
David dairy's spent a good
deal of time looking at the
sky and scratching his head.
Asking himself.
Why did bothered him so badly?
That is a strange neighbor, was
the recipient of nuclear rain.
And not him.
It wasn't until William Jones, his
sign went up the And we realized why.
The amnesty between the two
farmers had been aggravated by
the sheer volume of rain, which
fell on William Jones, his farm.
He couldn't tell whether this was
punishment from God or a blessing
from God that his neighbor could
claim to be the most radioactive
farmer in Europe after all.
But David dare.
We believe faith was nothing either
way without works or the week after
his neighbors signed first appeared.
He walked out onto the road,
outside his house and began
to build a sign of his own.
It was two foot taller and one
foot wider than the sign that
William Jones had constructed.
And in capital letters at rad.
Come see the real most
radioactive farmer in Europe.
Two pound 50, a touch.
The word real was underlined.
And when he switched the sign on and
the light of his sign illuminated
his face with a brighter glow
than his childhood friends sign.
He exhaled deeply.
And then, although he was not given
to signs of emotion, Even from the
farmhouse, it was clear to Mary that
her husband's eyes were likely moist.
The next day.
David daddy woke.
Early as usual.
He walked out to his furthermost
field to tend the cows in the barn.
Being the late autumn.
The sun was still not out and
from the door to the bond,
he stopped and he grimaced.
The sign next door on William Jones.
His driveway was the
recipient of a new section.
He dropped his pale and ran from the
furthermost field to the road below.
Where he saw that William Jones,
his sign read as it had before.
Come and see Europe's
most radioactive farmer.
Touch him a few dash five pounds.
But that had been an addition overnight.
Which rad.
Then go next door to touch the second
most radioactive farmer in Europe.
Two ponds, 50.
The second in capital letters.
Davin dare.
We felt inside as though the bomb,
which had caused the wind, which
blew the umbrella, which skewered
Owen priests on a beach and Hala
had also exploded in his own heart.
Still even at the moment is
William Jones drove past on his
tractor without looking down.
David dairy's face showed nothing.
The rest of the day, David
Darry sat at his kitchen table.
When Maddie sat with him a tee time, she
felt that he was even quiet to the normal.
He said nothing in response.
He just sat looking at the signs.
When Marty went to bat and turned off all
the lights, he was still sat at the table.
His face stained, a bright neon
green from his neighbors sign.
He sighed OSI of inevitability
and stood up from the table.
Davin daddy walked to his bond before
returning with two heavy duty chains
and the keys to his own tractor.
He fastened the chains to William
Jones, his sign, and began to
drive in the direction of planted.
Nah, he drove two miles down
the road before he unhooked
the chains and returned home.
The farms were quiet now.
Just the buzzing of the
neon in David dairies sign.
His mouth curled on one side,
when he walked under it up
towards his further most field
to return the chains to the barn.
As he turned the corner at the
bond door, he saw William Jones.
He lunged towards Davidow.
Dare we drooling with rage.
The two kicked bit punched toward each
other's clothes until they were both
shirtless, bloody, and both exhausted
from the AFA to fighting the first
and second most radioactive farmers in
Europe, depending on how you look to
the situation, they fell to the floor in
each other's arms, their rage exercised.
The nuclear emotion converted
into something quite different.
David dare.
We looked deeply into William Jones, his
eyes, and with a finger that had only
seconds before being bitten in a fight.
He touched William Jones,
his lower lip softly.
William Jones stood up immediately.
He walked back into the barn.
And turn the light switch off.
The orange light gave way to darkness.
Then he walked back to David Dowey.
And lay back down on the floor
where they lay for a long time.
Bodies completely splayed out.
Not touching one another,
but millimeters apart before.
Like Adams, they vibrated
at such a high rate.
That they could no longer
avoid becoming tangled in the
radiation of their own energy.
Wow.
You must find love while you
can thought Maya priests.
Clutching an unsent.
Hello from Hull postcard with
her husband's handwriting on it.
Uh, she watched two glowing bodies.
Writhing against one another, but
very distinctly not fighting in
David dairy's furthermost field.