On Tuesday we embarked into the woods in deepest, darkest Northamptonshire. From the first there were warning marks, if but we 'd recognised them. `` Think that pinkish tree '' we outcried, as we remarked perturbations in the space-time and thinning of the bounds between macrocosms. `` Is it safe? What make love intend? '' Foolishly, we kept to ramble through the wood until suddenly we came upon a glade and glimpsed something tantalisingly colorful in the distance... read more
