“SKIN LIKE WET LEATHER”
For anyone who wants to be physically transported back to the novel pre 20th century worl that H.G.Wells describes in War of The Worlds-I strongly suggest a 2.5hr bike ride into the Fenland countryside. With just enough early morning glow from the rising sun, and a handful of early fallen leaves, I half expected a slithering tentacle to reach up from an irrigation ditch and pick me off my bike; the only event to disrupt another wise desolate landscape.
