Preserved Ephemera

• 12:17 Russell T Davies, OBE? TBO, more like. #
• 18:51 Relaxing in an arboretum in the afternoon sun, listening to cellists & picnicking on homemade rolls and chicken liver parfait. V. civilised. #
• 20:13 We follow trumpet calls & responses through the woods, past peacocks & hollyhocks. I'm worried. This is how Young Adult fiction could start. #
• 20:21 We enter a clearing with a pack of brass players. Spooked by our presence, they process warily away. We stay back for two burping alpenhorns #
• 20:59 Compared to earlier oddities, sitting under trees listening to pretty good jazz feels underwhelming. Still, 'Tongues of Fire' promised soon. #
• 21:44 There is insufficient difference between being in a 'procession' and being in a 'fairly fast-moving queue.' Music is nicely ominous though. #
• 21:50 Good Lord! It's an unholy, flaming combination of junkheap, traction engine and orrery! And it's coming right for us! With singing hippies! #
• 21:54 The band sing about the strange celestial road that we're travelling. The organisers tell us to stay on the path. #

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