In which we ‘Soar’ south, sail with spiders, scratch our paintwork and get stuck in the shallows. Well, it’s been a red hot minute week month heatwave indeterminate amount of time. I left you, dear reader, on the upper reaches of the Grand Union Leicester Line on the River Soar, ensconced at Red Hill Marina…
We apologise for the interruption to the usual schedule of idyllic countryside meanderings. Lou is in Glasgow, attending the Fantasy’s Present Pasts conference. What is it about tote bags? At registration this morning, along with warm smiles, program info and DIY name badges, there was a box of “fluorescent tote bags” for delegate consumption. Nothing…
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