To Pass The Time

 I dreamed we were in the West Country for a family wedding. We had my mother with us- very frail- and a number of children. To kill time we co-opted a cafe in town- along with its mostly willing and interested clientele- and started performing a ritual. A nice young man in a black jumpsuit acted as celebrant and we put Aleister Crowley on the door to turn away unfriendly interlopers...

Conquest Of Thee Skies 4

 

Holidaymakers throng the skies over the Seven Sisters on a Spring day in the 1880s.