rauceby | open house
03|04|04

I welcomed the opportunity. The spies at Rauceby had been whispering. Well, they’d been yelling actually. Demolition had started, and for my last chance, I’d better get up there.

We found the entire site covered in plastic enclosures, submerged buckets, and girls in green ferrying amphibians. The great newt rescue was on.

I explained to Magnus that this really wasn’t normal. Not that what we were doing was normal, but there are degrees.