Here, hear how the full wind howls, oh arrogant breath of heaven, you have only might to carry the leaves and slap the ropes on the flagpoles.

You do not carve these alleyways anew.

I have channeled thee.

You have no dominion here, behind brick and oak, behind iron bolts driven shut, within the moon underwater. And it's been, the moon

underwater has been refurbished in the last few weeks. And I have to say, I love what it's done to

itself. It's got a sort of, it's got a very nighttime feel. There's, there's bedding. There's some sort of big four poster beds that have been turned into booths, but sort of relaxo booths, where I guess if you were sort of young and hip and swish, you could sort of relax on one elbow, like on a shay long. Or if you're sort of more respectable, you could just treat it as a more comfy version of a seat.

But they've got those beautiful sort of turned, what would you call it?

Well, like a turned headboard and footboard motifs.

So it's a pleasure to be back here.

Also a little more staining in the glass.

Some of the stained glass has been polished.

And I don't know what the phrase would be in the other realm, but re-vibrated?

Is that what has happened?

The atoms in the stained glass, but certainly some of the key patriarchs and matriarchs of

various testaments are looking pretty spick and span. And it's a delight to welcome back

Robin Allender. Hello, Robin. Hi, John. Is it nice to be back in the moon underwater?

I love what it's done with the place.

Yeah, brilliant.

Nice little touch with these beds.

Lift up one of those mattresses.

Look underneath.

Copper-topped.

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