Fallen falls

The usual Saturday morning wander into the village to get the newspapers, while M did vigorous yoging.
This is the same tree I blipped last month, the spate has much abated!

I took over the bar in the evening, and can report that the stem-cell researchers' late nights (another awakening at in the early hours as they returned to their rooms) are not fuelled by alchohol, particularly. They must just be young.
We spent a lot of the evening chatting to a new yoga person; she described herself as "very spiritual", and hadn't met an unevidenced belief she didn't like: spiritualism, horoscopes, any type of alternative therapy. Very difficult to stop my eyes from rolling upwards as another example of credulity was proudly brought forth.

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