Greetings once again from Crepuscular Academy.

As I allude to in this week's recording of this week's tale, it has been quite eventful here at the academy. The inadvertent creation of a functioning time machine by some of our older pupils, whilst being an achievement to be applauded, caused quite a few furrowed brows and moments of consternation.

However, all was well the pupils were returned to us more or less intact, and the timelines remain (so far as we can know) undisturbed. However, should you find yourself experiencing a sense of loss or grief for something or someone that you cannot remember (the Welsh have a beautiful word for this sensation: hiraeth) I can only apologise on behalf of my pupils.

It will pass.

This week's tale serves as a word of caution as to the growing power of technology and how it might be used by...others.

I am reliably informed by my pupils (who are much more adept at this sort of thing than I) that listeners to my ramblings can leave reviews. They have urged me to ask you to take a moment to do so. I suspect their motives are more to do with garnering ammunition with which to rib me than to aid in my development as recording artiste.

I hope you enjoy this week's offering.

Until next time.

Farewell

Dr J.A. Longshadow

P.S. The biscuit of the week this week is the fig roll.