Yesterday when I rode through Moore Park I noted that there were circular patches of dying grass that had appeared since the morning. Grass Circles so to speak. I thought of taking a photo, but decided that the morning would be better. Serous was my mistake. For in the morning the Druids had arrived. Each circle, over 1 meter in diameter, was now a hole. In one of the holes was what I guess is a Norfolk Pine. Already over 2 meters tall. Powerful is their magic.
Some of the druids had magic devices. Dryw’s enhanced digging stick, and the very fancy Dryw’s mechanised digging stick.
When I returned in the evening their magic was cast and there was a small forest of palms added to the lone pine.
