“And te tide and te time þat tu iboren were, schal beon iblescet.” —St Marher, 1225

Valued Reader

It is the autumn of the year, time for trees
to prepare for the annual trooping of the colour.
As St. Marher remarked those many centuries ago
when our language still tasted new, still
romanced the ear with hint of music in
tonation, still revered its own mystique, retained
its hint of mystery {clears throat} — er,

time and tide, they wait for neither man nor beast.
As the sun now shifts attention from this northern
hemisphere, so Turtle finds it wise to migrate
into warmer waters. Should you care to visit
you will find her at the following address:


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