Toast and butter

One of the gifts of being taken out of yourself, pushed into the life of another - tea drinking, legs walking (so many steps!!), TV watching, toast eating - is that you realise the things you so love about who you are, and the life you get to live. Hand on my (undisclosed number of) hearts I will admit that TV is great and that nothing beats toast and butter. Seriously, butter is so good! 

But one of the things I miss most is my dragon mind. See dragon minds are these beautiful complex, knotty things, a bit like a little maze. Dragons love problems and puzzles, challenges and games. They don’t see things as they are, but all the things that they could be or have been or might become. They find the hidden in plain sight, and the deliberately obscured, they follow the threads across past and present and off into the future. 

The hunt is a bit of a dragon gift I think - an invitation to see the world a little as we do. To find hidden messages and numbers, to pull together words into instruction or rhyme, to follow challenges and messages across a city. The hunt even holds a little of our language, you just have to look closely: it always lingers in the margins. 

To do the hunt you’ll need to play it, embrace the puzzle, decode the message, look beneath and behind and beyond. It’s about being fast and about being right, the quickest right answer will always win, but how you play speed and accuracy, well that's all up to you.  


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