Reading Albion's Journal

Once we passed a large group of people gathered in a field around a fire. They had an old, fat woman strapped to a post and were slowly cooking her, amid shouts of merriment and good spirits. She seemed to be laughing with the others, although the flesh on her thighs was already beginning to flake off.
I was surprised to see very small children poking the meat off her with long, pointed sticks. We are now above the timber-line, and our pace has slowed apreciably due to the engine’s difficulties with the rarified air.