O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! (Carroll, 1872) I have now had confirmation that it is perfectly normal to escape into a fantasy world at times and in fact is recommended for mental and emotional health. So the existential communications that have been taking place via e-mail with a certain friend have validity in normality, apart from of course being a great deal of fun which, in reality, was the purpose in the first place!

The fantasy, lest your mind continue to wander down more earthy routes, is one of prince and princesses, fairies and wondrous places with a smattering of reality thrown in ie the tea plate sized spider that just wouldn’t agree to a shower with Mily (actually the other way round, but this is fantasy after all).

As a child I wandered around Dartmoor both on my own and with friends; exploring, building dams and dens or just being. I’d often take a book to a stream and read amongst the moss, lost in a world of my own, in one of the most beautiful places in this material world. I, for one, am aspiring to regain the peace and pure enchantment that I achieved in those moments.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

(Jabberwocky, Carroll L 1872)