(from the 1967 album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn)

There's very little room to manœuvre with a title like this, with no poetic licence squeezable from the two words...so, here it is; a down the middle, played with a straight bat, no-nonsense shot, with only a soupçon of off-camera flash bounced off my trusty foil things to give a hint of spectral colour.

Prize to whoever can guess what the book is - only clue I'll give is that it's nothing to do with Pink Floyd... :o)

Wednesday 18th's librarian's entry to the Challenge; click here for other Floydian adventurers this month