I am sure you are right Backwoodsman. Me? I don't get my fix from any of the above, just from enjoying a nice beer, walking the dog and sitting in my ivory tower, counting my gold. You know, the simple things. In fact, go on then, as you expect it of me, I'll say it anyway. I like looking at a pretty garden and don't have to imagine fairies at the bottom of it in order to believe it is there.

Enjoyed my time on "the isle" and hope to pop across again some time soon. I might even try (diary willing) to turn up at The Mowbray. I remember Eric from South Yorkshire days and would like to see the old bugger again. My mate says it is a small crowd but makes people welcome. Can't say better than that.

Mind you, the isle, home of methodism, a couple of pilgrim fathers came from the area and the more devout arm of my own family used to live in either East or West Butterwick... if I came often enough, superstition might be in the water? Hope my mate doesn't add tambourine to his list of instruments played.....