Yesterday I visited a community project in the depths of Wales. A fantastically thriving project in one of the most isolated spots you can imagine. One hour bus journey to local town. Two and half hours and lots of changes to get to a city. The one local factory employs 81 folk – all men. Hardly enough employment for a whole village. Young’ uns have left for the bright lights. Old ones reminisce about the coal. Older widows enjoy their free coal providing winter warmth, as the mists swirl around us. But some younger women say why does nothing happen in the Community Hall? And then, with a bit of help, they get it sorted. Regular youth club. Fifty noisy shouting kids. Halloween Party coming up. Slowly the heart of the village is alive again. Meanwhile Evans the duck is releasing newly hatched ducks onto the pond. Mists continue to swirl. Life continues to thrive. Isolation?