

Turner conquered both his existential crisis and unpredictable stool and actually levitated during Radar Love. Ben's shapes explored new geometries. Mark's guitar was godlike, and Bernie sang like a big hairy angel, his voice actually achieving frequencies only audible to the local wildlife during Mamma Mia. The real stars though were the crowd - great dancers, singers and raconteurs one and all.
We're booked in for 2012, so get some rest you fantastic folk of Winkleigh. We'll see you soon!
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