A few years ago, on a hot summer day, I was walking my dog in the fields around Blyth and noticed what appeared to be an airborne convoy of military aircraft heading toward Newcastle Airport. The scene I found myself in, alone on the land, staring up at the military hardware of the British State, reminded me of a piece of artwork from Dune in which a Fr…
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