What a splendid weekend.

John won the falling down race on Saturday, and I on Sunday. What a hangover I have today! I am so glad I am not the two young players who started on the "Double Vision" at 11 am on Saturday.

There was only one torrent.

I lost my small Shubb all by myself this time, with no help from John at all!

Some cracking young players - one I met really was convinced about the importance of the oral tradition (even if, like Jim Moray, he does almost everything on a computer). Maybe we are not dodos quite yet.
Some cracking older players.
A man with the loudest djembe I've ever heard (apparently drums for Peter Green, I'm told).

The only carp would be the relative (not absolute) lack of traditional singers.

For drone-driven hypnosis, catch a band called Nuada. Fascinating!