28 August 2023
In the spring of 2020, I spent a lot of time staring out of my parents' kitchen window at Liddington Castle, a Bronze Age fort in Wiltshire, England. Rumored to be the site of King Arthur's last battle, all that remains of the castle are two concentric banks of earth atop a high hill, surrounded by fields of wheat and sheep-grazing. As the first lockdown tightened, as the skies emptied of planes and the traffic stilled, the intensive care units filled to capacity and the ambulances started queuing up outside the hospitals, I remembered that Arthur was prophesied to return when his people needed him most.
Now seemed a pretty good time.
