The shadows swerve and seem to tango to the rhythms of a small trio reviving childhood Calypsos. Down the midway, the House of Harmonic Reflections and ANcient Passions is doing a land-office business. Spaw's fevered carny pitch is drawing a number of curiosu passer-bys in to see the Ambergris Entity, and Stilly's Sterling Stout stand is swamped with thrsty tipplers of all ages.

There are no hours, here, and there are no years. The spirit of Mudcat past ripples down the sun-dapples as surely as the spirit of Mudcat present rises up to meet it, singing tenor and bass runs around its mellow melody.

Mick has started a whole hootenanny of union tunes over past the Frenetic Fret-Fingering Fangdoodle ride, and you can hear their merry challenge echoing against the gentle sea.

Which side are you oooooon?
Oh, which side are you on?