La-la-la-la-la-Looland, La-la-la-la-la-Looland

A rehearsal for Friday's performance, complete with a fiddle, a guitar, beautiful voices and a setting sun. I was given a piece of soft oak to whittle as we watched these wonders saunter around in the long grass.

And when the sun went down, it was time to embark on another monster film editing session, for screening #2, whilst the others busily cooked a bunch of huge curries that we guzzled down in the last of the light. It tasted of sweet spicy health. I got a bit weepy, because everything was so beautiful. Pull yourself together, Smith.