Ah, I sometimes wish I still took drugs...

I haven't touched anything since a few of us waded our way through several acres of high-grade home-grown sinsemilla circa 1992. A memorable evening in our beloved castle, which changed my thinking on such matters once and for all. Clean as a whistle ever since, yet much of my thinking remains thusly defined. In the re-Imagined Village, therefore, I would hope several lofts and greenhouses would be kitted out for production - and those anciently grazed sacred pastures pored over by the faithful for a more spiritual autumnal harvest by of the Primal Psilocybin Sacrament.