I was disappointed to discover the machine had gone backwards in terms of clarity. The pieces are missing text, and the photos have changed to black and white. If this is supposed to be a book, it does not make much sense.
But I did wonder if the monster is real, and once again I am thankful to live where I am.
By this stage I expected the bridging story as standard, and it did indeed arrive. Working on this as a side project to see if I can stitch together what is going on.
Keeping on fishing. Forty- six years to go.
