What a weekend, from hugs and songs on Friday night to bleary eyed breakfast and hugs on Monday Morning it was teriffic!

Playing with Pauline, David, Lucy et al, a quiet session with someone named Tom from NJ (rats, didn't realize there were two of them, wonder which Tom from NJ it was) The wild Saturday night sing, the jug band experience, Ron's viola, Sitting in the sun listening to Ed Trickett, (and having Joe Offer come up and say "Since I left Plumtree down in Tennesee, it's the first time I've been warm" just cracked me up, Playing Fiddle with Alaska Mike, the song someone sang to a Yeats poem about a fox hunter in the "in other words" work shop, Jack Beck's ballad workshop (I now have three Bothy Ballad recordings to listen to) "When the Rolls are Served Up Yonder" as sung by Carley? singing for a couple of hours with Allan C, Janie's great gospel songs, Karen K and Big Mick's song about the Seal people in Saturday night's talent show, and riding to and from with Jim Bunch. What a wonderful way to book end that weekend.

There's more, I know, but I still have a sleep debt.