"Ah Summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." R Baker
?And so they arrived.
The entrance hall of the place felt strange, the odour unfamiliar; the dim lighting told an uncertain sojourn far from home. The words of the man in a black robe were unheard of, they resonated like those I had heard one Summer while my Dad was guiding a couple of American fishermen on Lake Loon Walk. I could not understand his words, nor why I was there.
"To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit." S. Hawking