Herein Ommadon continue to map out their vast domain, the two of them setting out on foot like brave, mad fools in order to chart its craggy peaks, desolate vistas and bottomless ravines. Along the way they encounter huge, ageless riffs which stand like ancient druidic monuments, while mists of murky drear rise up from the barren soil and threaten to swallow them whole. Their mission is gruelling and it is mightily unpleasant, but it is worthy. If your life affords you a spare 90 minutes then, please, immerse yourself in their strange findings so that their perilous voyage was not in vain.