Regrets, I have a few, some which I now shall mention… (Or: Why I Left London, Returned Home and Became a Looney!)

Whilst I was living in London I kept planning to go up to Hempstead Heath. Not because I wanted to say ‘Close to the meat’ but rather because I wanted to find some damned hills in London and clamber all over them. I’m an Aucklander; we don’t believe in going for walks unless they strain the thighs and buttocks. More importantly, my entry point to Conspiracy Theories is all about hills. Well, one hill; she is called North Head and she is the focus of my story.