Being Friday the Twelfth of June, 2015 ...

Paul, (in the chair of facilitation,) in company with Angela, took us to a magnificent topographical feature of North America ...

Brian wore a different hat this evening ...

Could you fancy ...
sang he.
Sorry, Brian: no takers!

Several offerings referred to atmospheric precipitation ...

Believe me, it certainly rained that evening.

Ken anticipated some local celebration ...

Sussex Day, 16th June.

Ken's song, (credited to Valmai Goodyear,) recounts an interesting legend about the regrettable loss of one particular church bell in Bosham.
Said tenor-bell is reputed to lie in the depths of this harbour ...

For reliable disinformation, click this link.

John, (welcome again!) both generously and appropriately, agreed to pose in a yet another hat that we had discovered on the widow-sill ...

There's a million ways ...

We visited a Snowdonian mountain ...

Cadair Idris

Hearts were broken by abandonment and lost love ...

... and her father didn't like me, anyway!
sang Paul.

Now ... what else happened?

• A fair maid avoided getting a wet bum by declining to sit on the dewy grass, so green.
• We attended a gathering in a North Yorkshire coastal resort ...

Remember me ...
(Yes, I was sick!)

• The marriage between a knight and a shepherd's daughter was a reluctant union on his part ...

... but money was involved!

• Any deaths were purely anticipatory of glorious resurrection of body and soul.

So then we all went quietly home in the rain, in hopes for a new sunrise ...

Now, if you thought that was bad ... fear not ... Berry will be here next time!

We hope you will be.