Pomegranates in bloom
How do we know election season is upon us? When those red fruits burst.
Probably not even Sir David Attenborough − for whom the byways of this planet are as vivid as the paths of ancient Nehardea − knows where the Wallower hides in the desperate times between election campaigns, periods which can last for years: In the bat caves of Borneo? In a burrow in some remote rain forest?
Though it might seem that our friend has been...