I was in Stroud a couple months back. Just wandering around the town with Angus, popping in and out of shops. There was some sort of festival on and the streets were alive with quirky activity. Colourful people danced and jostled around looking at the next passing attraction.
We stopped in a bookshop and spread out to explore, picking up books and commenting across the hushed isles. Here i came across a book, whose title eludes me, with a passage that struck a chord. I’ll try and paraphrase as best I can but I did not memorise word for word. The gist of it was;
