More tales of fairies and witches and tingly sparkly stuff like that, joyously to celebrate that now is – once again – the month of maying and the sun is shining brightly through the tiny grill high up on the wall opposite, illuminating a little square far above my head, which I can just see if I twist my head around as far as the iron collar will let me. Sunshine just makes everything better, doesn’t it? Which is probably why dungeons don’t traditionally have a lot of it.
