Kath started praying privately about Hen Dy Cwrdd and its future and after about a year she received a phone call from a deacon with responsibility for the chapel asking if they knew of anyone interested in taking it on.
If Ms Williams does not intend to induce human horror at a pending bestial Armageddon, she at least invokes a future of earthly loneliness, where animals appear only as ceramic-hen butter dishes and endangered-species elastoplasts.