Fading

Well we are fading into the mists of Avalon this weather. Slowly but surely, the mists are engulfing us and we shall soon be just a memory to chelsea chatter. As the poetess Edna Carberry used to put it of the wonder-filled faerie folk - There they go, there they go, off to the isles of Imaal. Yes 'tis time for Lauren of Penzance and I to remove ourselves from London gazes and find a quiet little cottage in the South West where she is based at university near Falmouth. Marina biology will be a welcome and pleasant diversion. Who knows we might find out way to Padstow. So we are off to the Pirates of Penzance. Steal away, steal away.