Well, you've got me right on the one with us on the stairs, and in the one where I look a bit tragic as I strangle my guitar neck.

The fella you've identified as me in the other one is in fact Alan Muhr from Hertford, who may not have come to the Mudcat himself as yet, but he's been mentioned here as a man who has made some very interesting flutes, some of which he brought with him to the evening.

On to Whitby (via Bill Sables for Dick and Susan, who'll go subsequently heading for Towersey, where Micca will be waiting with reinforcements.)