Transcendentally Remote

Thanks to the ever-gracious hospitality of Woolf Campers, as an absentee on the East side of the Santa Cruz range, one feels like a Lone Woolf, or perhaps more a Walden-dweller skulking around the woods of Concord, dropping in unannounced at the homes of fellow townspeople... than a Kensington dweller frequenting Bloomsbury.

Thank you for keeping proceedings open - for the efforts to get the wireless network up and running - and of course for the virtuous work with all those jugs of fino vino.

Feeling a bit like the 'pen name' of this entry.