An Engineer is no match for a Historian with his dander up!

Moving cities are a fairly hoary old sci-fi trope - I seem to recall they were always cropping up on Doctor Who when I was young, though I may be misremembering.

Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.

Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night.

It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.

But we're alive, and together, and we're going to be all right.

An Engineer is no match for a Historian with his dander up!