Three days to get there, and three more to get home again to Stratford. Not the longest journey by any means — Joe Offer is probably still on the road — but not fun to do alone. Next time, I’ll fly, and leave the guitar at home.

If there’s one place in the world where a guitar might be borrowed for an hour or two, it’s the Getaway.

Yes, the food at camp was better, though I don’t go for the food. I can eat just fine at home.

In the past, Edmund and I usually came away with at least one new song and at least one new tune. Lacking the energy now to sit up and sing till three, this time I missed out on the most likely opportunities to pick up these gems. But I was grateful for a chance to test my performance skills again and find myself up to the job.

And Judy Cook liked my Friday evening song. That alone was worth the trip.