If we ever had any doubts about what it is we do, then the circumstances of our ‘flying visit’ to Skipton was lying in wait to dispel them.
‘Hell, we weren’t even supposed to be going to Skipton!’
Over the course of the last five years, this ‘fella’, along with his close associate, St George, has appeared at various intervals to trail new revelations in their wake.
Given the nature of our endeavours it is entirely possible that our conversation the previous night had called this ‘revelation’ into being.
Or, had we been ‘called’ and that conversation merely a premonition of what was about to transpire?
Such ponderings are legion on the quest.
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