Now it is the evening, twilight, dusk, then sunset. Now darkness spreads itself across the sky like a very big black thing interspersed with pinpricks
of light that may be holes in the sky where the light gets in, or twinkly twinkly little stars.
Twinkle twinkle little bat,
how I wonder where you're at.
Ah ha ! Wolsley had a supply of fresh water ! Wolsley had the fresh water supply built, it was'nt Henry Tudor !
Sic gloriat mundi.

Bike racing; hoc opus, hic labor est.