Don’t ask me why I decided to go camping by myself at Midsummer. I could have gone to any number of festivals, any number of pagan moots in London, but no. I borrowed my dad’s VW caravan, this thing he’d modified like back in the 80s, and I drove up into Epping Forest, and I got as …
If you’ve been looking for me (all two of you!) you haven’t found me. I’ve been appearing to idle on SL a lot, unresponsive to messages, no flickr or blog posts for days; in short it seems as if nothing’s going on with me. And of course, nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve …