A small collection of planned for, and unplanned for people, assembled in the garden.
As I repaired to the kitchen to interview cook, a sound came upon me.
Laughter. Pure, unadulterated laughter. From people who knew each other and from those that didn't. Joy. Just joy.
Oh. And then I washed up to Wagner.
Please, St Swithen. Let it stop raining.
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