A wander around an ancient mound, the paleo-magnetic currents beneath my feet, musing on who built the earth energy grid.
Then onwards to the old church at Santon Downham, where a man with a torch comes along, no doubt making sure no necromancy was going on in the graveyard.
Back to my car to talk about how you can make yourself invisible, along with relating the tale of the doggers in the Forestry Commission car park.
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