I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
I think I smell a Gruffalo. Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011. I thought, “What a jolly good idea!” and have thus done so. Healthy and happy kids. A bit of peace and quiet. Fiscal security. Thinking time. A way forward. Temperate climes. Good books. A good night’s sleep. Who put that there? Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011. I’m not sure what that says about me. My wishes seem very level headed . Hmmmm.