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In Devon. Nursing a slight hangover. Went to a local pub last night to enjoy some English hospitality. Had a lovely Chilean merlot (or four). Staying in my Grandfather's beautiful stone house. Well, half of it. He sold the other half some time ago. Wifi connectivity and a sauna. Bliss. Brian Froud lives in this village. It's total fairyland; box hedges, foxgloves and moorland. It's so different from my day-to-day existence in Australia. I'm wandering around pretending I'm a Jane Austen character.
