Can you hear me, Penny?

I fell down the Wikipedia rabbit hole in the small hours and now I find I could have lived in a timeline where Benjamin Britten made an opera of Gormenghast. I feel a bit cheated. When I did sleep I dreamed of being a "newborn" ghost learning the physical rules of slipping in and out of pictures. I treated book covers like surfing a wave. Photographs were harder; it was like being locked in a diorama. My mentor was on her way, using bus stop ads as doors, but I woke up before she got to me. That one must've been written by P. J. Hammond on one of his better days.

(sovay  - I owe you some words on Schalcken the Painter, but I'll save it for a day when my head is less frayed.)

Have a couple of links: 

I've been revisiting Bagpuss recently for some much-needed whimsy. Here's an article on the series and its folk music soundtrack.

Step back in time two thousand years with this soundscape of the ancient Somerset Levels.