Because it's the end of August (at the hotel Ozone) and because I've just drunk half a bottle of wine and because I'm reading
The Old Ways and because kate nepveau just posted about being in Ireland, mind says 'Forget Tokyo, forget fall colours, let's go back to Great Britain, let's see the chessmen at the brit.mus again, let's see
incandescens in situ, let's go to Dublin once before you die, let's get a little closer to Stonehenge than you ever did before.' I'm morally convinced this means 'let's revisit the 70s' and I'm fairly certain that's not possible; but just at the moment it looks sooo tempting...