The 'Silence of the Lambs'.

Possibly I missed the intriacies of Harris' plot or Hopkins' acting but a few days in the lost wilderness of Brecon Beacons has, even if only for a while, restored my sense of reality and what, as they say, is what.

I didn't see any former compatriots or indeed any of the current crop of hopefuls but I did meet several vocal sheep and more than a few Pinus sylvestris.

Clear blue skies, clean pure air and absolute (after the sun went down) silence.

Lungs exorcised. Muscles exercised. Mind excised.

FoxWriter is now a happy Fox indeed.