The sun arose, as the veil of darkness was lifted from the little market town of Sunnydale. It was a cold, crisp autumn morning, about 7.00am with on one yet in the centre of town. In the distance, farmworkers could be seen herding cows in from the fields for the first of their two milking sessions that day. Within the town centre, streetlights were still lit and the roads were clear. The morning was announced with the tweeting chorus of birds, first one or two but then more. …
