Harvest moon

      A Neil Young moment and a perfect harvest moon shining through our transformer box version of Stonehenge, there's nothing like a little mysterious druidic atmosphere to enhance West Norfolk.
      Obviously this was last week but things and events move slowly here, don't rush anything my beauty, take your time. Well that explains everything.
      Right a full moon, the harvest is coming in, fruit and produce everywhere in the horn of plenty and we need to thank the gods. I know, we need a virgin for a sacrifice to the bountiful gods of plenty to show our gratitude.
      What do you mean there aren't any? Any what? Horns?
      That's paganism out then.
      Meanwhile let's have another beer.