In which the town of Bucklandbury is alive with the vibrant, if somewhat bruising, rituals of an election day, where colours and convictions clash beneath the ever-watchful philosophic eye, which remains as detached as it is unwelcome. Amongst the tumult and the songs of the crowd, the poll's close brings a solemn, almost sacred gravity that momentarily lifts the spirit beyond party allegiances and into something profoundly communal.