Aberystwyth was buzzing with activity: ET-S was organising some event to collect data for her doctoral research; I was invited to deliver a keynote speech at the university; the theatre was running a “white festival” where everyone dressed in white; and plans were underway for the summer reopening the municipal swimming pond (a lake in the woods).

When I arrived in town, accompanied by TPR, I was received like a visiting deity. A recent graduate of Aberystwyth University brought her boss-eyed daughter to me for a blessing. I knew in my heart that I did not have the power to cure her affliction.