On the cusp of St. Werburgh's...

[steepholm]

It's a bit rich when you're kept awake at 1.30am by a coven of witches singing encouragement as various of their number leap through a bonfire, but such was my case last night. At any rate, there was a lot of chanting to that effect going on ("He's leaping through the fire; he's leapt through the fire", etc), but I didn't like to spy on them in case they saw me and withered my writing arm, so I just turned over and went back to sleep.

And it wasn't even a full moon, quite.

Chiz.