An image to die for. It’s curious how individuals from another time and place worm their way into your personal soap opera, and incredibly curious to see at last what they look like. I’ve read a fair pile of Transition recollections, but I don’t do telly, or moonlight and romance in general. So sudden visions…
… for you never know what they will find. There’s no reason why the beer and government sets in my inner Venn should coincide absolutely or even at all. It’s just important – in general – to know when to go home.