Hey thanks peeps, glad you digged-it. Makes it even more worthwhile to share with you likeminded freakies.

Mmmmm, burning at the stake. NOICE! Such shenags might thaw out the left side of me farkin' face after waiting atop Malverns in the snow/wind for the sunspots that take over an hour to make good their arrival from across the danged gloom.

In all honesty, any excuse to sit for aeons waiting til one sees one's dreams unfurl is worth a bit of chapped face and a public conflagration, eh?

Mwah, thanks darling-darlings.