You will not see me slipping through the door
on the day the freezers break but you might see my face
on the otherside looking at you from another place

"The memory was a like a bad tooth that his tongue kept wanting to probe." From Kevan Manwaring

After a drought summit is called on Lammas/Lughnasadh/Gwyl Awst Lorna Smithers journeys to seek meaning from the Welsh story of Lleu Llaw Gyffes

Democracy is our saviour, the West's gift to the world.

That is until the vote doesn't go the right way…