The ancient burial mound at Willy Howe here in the Yorkshire Wolds of the East Riding is swamped with folklore and tales of Fairy Folk. One such tale involves a traveller stumbling upon a lighted room inside the mound whereupon a party was taking place, a party involving fairies and goblins. The traveller was offered a drink from a strange cup but tipped away the contents only to then steal the cup. He ran but was chased by these fae folk only to find that when he crossed the stream known as The Gypsey Race they could not follow as they cannot cross flowing water. A truly odd place filled with stories old and new of strange flying craft and ungodly beings.
No, I have not lost the plot, I was never a part of it but like a handful of my old mates I find that I am much more interested now than I used to be. I am certainly starting to believe that all strange phenomena of this kind are easily interchangeable between one state and another due to quantum effects, and that our entire reality is nothing more than the constant interplay between energy and matter. Heisenberg may have been absolutely spot on.
You just can't escape the scientist. Years spent working for companies such as Ciba Geigy, Novartis, Syngenta and Chem China (carbon fibre).
