“Positive. Drat. I had suspected as much.”

I began to wonder if there was any true ‘wild’ left in the UK.

I felt like a perpetrator.

"I looked for ‘Morrison’. Couldn't find it. That was the weirdest thing. We didn't have one."

Gave up and left. No sacred energies. Nada.

"Please don't make me have to be the follow up to this."

A squirrel started chirping at me vehemently. I don’t know what he was trying to say.

I felt like I'd been in a six decade marriage with this being.

I felt like I'd crossed over the threshold into being something 'other'.