All the good parties happen in the Forest of Arden. Studley. Anglo Saxon. The river Arrow towards Spernal Ash Shakespear country. Poetic and rural. Maypole dancing at Studley Infants school. The scene was strong. The locals comely. The fields, the common, the park dotted with old oak. Plentiful of nature, space and it’s bounty.

I wonder if the Upperworld forms part of Crane fly legend ? The collective consciousness of Cranefly behavioural ecology? The Upperworld. I wonder if that is what it's really like being a Crane fly. Eleven months tunnelling through the ground as leather Jackets eating grass roots avoiding Rooks , Starlings Crows, Shrews. Craneflies are a big part of the food chain as food. Imagine living like that ? Driven by the dream of love and light.