Dear Wen,

Ah, I have it… It was dusk.

I even have some photographs, taken during our brief sojourn, of the moon.

Perhaps then, it is a sort of ‘Moon Madness’ from the lunatic fringe of the moor, as it were… Don’t answer that, it may be rhetorical anyway…

The Gods as Everyman is precisely my point, as recognised by the ticketing policy of the early Theatres.

The Middleton Crosses? They really didn’t want us to get in there did they. Worth it when we finally did though, and nice to have someone else along with us, without whom, even that third time we wouldn’t have got in.

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