- in which we cross from Scotland into England , Rich Dawson gets a bit too Celtic, and we stumble upon a little-known place where a baptism service once lasted all day, dawn to dusk, and didn’t stop for more than a month.
- in which we cross from Scotland into England , Rich Dawson gets a bit too Celtic, and we stumble upon a little-known place where a baptism service once lasted all day, dawn to dusk, and didn’t stop for more than a month.
A quirky little backwater in which I tame a few thoughts, organise my writing projects, and park the stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else.