Black Horse

We couldn't even get in to start setting up, it was so packed. Finally, we thought, the word has spread. But no. It was a game of kick ball that had filled the blackie. And no sooner was the whistle blown than the crowd disappeared to find some Plymouth fans to hug.

So, friends and family was the order of the day. But we have good friends and big families. And we made new friends and had at least one offer to start a new family. After a month full of gigs, we were on blistering form. The party was on!

A joyful wee gig all things told. The audience were thrilled at the geometry of our collective shapes. The staff were chuffed at the choice of songs. And we were joie de musique incarnate. At least that's how it felt!

We ended with a bang, an invite to play in Norway, and an unsettling realisation that two of us had a half marathon to run first thing in the morning...  Eek!