as I drove past Cley Hill hillfort on my way to Romsey yesterday I was compelled to pull into a lay-by in order to weep for some children who had died on its slopes some two millennia and a few odd hundred years before. Is that normal?

I don't know why not. Who were the Cley Hill children?

I took these two pictures of the same object within thirty seconds of each other, and was enchanted by the difference in light from lavender to Lincoln Green.

That's lovely.

"About 3am, some genius in the group finally figured out that the missing woman was actually in the search party, albeit in different clothes, and the search was called off."

I am skeptical. Has the area been checked for changelings and/or huldrefolk?