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The autumn leaves have fallen, the skeletal trees are silhouettes on the hills and Keats’ season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is with us again. Continue reading →
2 July 2084
A family drive in their electric car, down the old Banbury road that weaves mysteriously between acres and acres of hydroponic laboratory facilities, the solar panel roofs glistening in the sunlight as the masses of greenhouses provide an obscure and obscured view. Continue reading →