What a lovely evening!
Tim the Gardener is back from Sark, and he was in mellow mood to start off the proceedings. Anna Fry played, and so did Briar. Mel read one of her riddling poems, and I sang a Kipling poem. The Queboid beer from Hardknott brewery was very fine (but am I and Eddie the only ones drinking it?) but one 8% beer is enough for an evening, so I went on to Wandering Beacon after that. When I came away the sound of singing drifted after me down the street.
Tim is going to start doing his newsletter again. He's going to call it Hay Diddle Diddle, and it will come out every two or three weeks rather than every week, as he managed for a whole year last time he tried this.
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