Sorry chaps I don't have pics -
Today's message was hand delivered to me on a sheet of dry parchment, pressed into my palm by a furtive dark haired bespectacled fellow I met under the clock of the railway station. Once the strange spidery script was deciphered - a task which took some hours - I rushed to the computer to tell you.
(Well if I'm being honest I got a text - but that version's less fun!).
Scheltrum tell me the email's working...drop them a line.
