LOST

England, Why do you wish to punish us? We love you. We love your people and your rulers. We love the land: made for daytime, green, cow-spotted, misty. Rain-drenched and forced to sleep wherever the day (or night) takes us, we still sing your praises and dance with your fairies. Tea by the tonnes, biscuits uncountable, and the sonorous chanting of the football mad blokes who crowd the overflowing pubs we pass in our attempts to while the hours until dark. Ah, but England in the dark- it's shades of shimmery mantis, backlit artichoke, glowing emerald, denatured- momentarily flavescent - slithering into the camouflage of army and finally menacing corbeau. Every ghost and goblin tale runs through your head and you are sure there are beautiful, but evil witches snuzzled in the trees with their eyes following every move - waiting for your eyes to close...will we be the latest addition to the stories of fear and menace?