Wish upon a pinprick, you whispering Vincent's, welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

If this is your first episode, consider going back to an earlier podcast.

To familiarize yourself with the lore of this podcast, I'm looking out over a navy limerick city from my office window. It's only half-hour and things are getting dark.

Fairly soon there'll be a carton of bastard rain, which is a dense mist, a dense freezing mist.

There's very little sunlight. Even in the daytime, everything's purple. And sunsets aren't

powerful anymore. They're kind of pink. Because in November the earth is tilting at a quare

angle. So the sun, the sun has to pass through more atmosphere and it just scatters more

blue wavelengths. So that's why the sky is, not even the sky, the general vibe is purple and blue.

And there's very little bird sounds. You're not hearing the sounds of birds chirping anymore.

The starlings are gone. They're gone off for their winter roast. And everything is about decay.

The leaves are on the ground. The trees are all spindly and silhouetti. And there's an icy chill

coming in. We'll have that in a couple of weeks. And just a few days back it was Halloween,

which comes from the much earlier Irish seasonal celebration known as Sowan. And we can see this

written down in the 11th century and the 10th century, but the story goes is that there's a cave

up in Ross Common called Onlygat Cave.

And this is the Helmout.

It's a portal to the other world.

The veil between our world and the other world is very thin.

And horrible monsters and demons or whatever you want to call them escape from this cave and they maraud

the land and strip it bare that night and then the next morning everyone wakes up and everything's gone

there's no leaves things are laid bare by frost there's no insects there's no animals and that's

really what Halloween is.

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