Late one summer’s evening, John and I were driving out of Chicago. Taking a wrong turn, we found ourselves not on the Eisenhower Expressway, but heading along Ogden Avenue, and into the South Side.

Along a pot-holed road through a scary urban moon-scape, all felt alien. And then a signpost caught my eye. It read ‘Berwyn’. How amazing! On the outskirts of Chicago, there is a town named after a mountain range in north Powys… So far away from home, yet so close