Death to engines in the air, chaos take the human wing...

[withiel]

Hah. So. Here I am. It's six in the morning, and I've got the whole big, windy country to myself. All its hills and motorways, and the valleys and the high rises. All asleep, quiescent in the bird-noisy grey of predawn. Red lights on the pylons still, and the whirr of the milk-freight, and it all belongs to the few still awake. A living picture of

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[steerpikelet]

you're quite, quite wonderful, know that?
See you friday night. xx

[mostlyconnect]

You can... drive?

This is interesting information.