Being Friday the Twenty-Fifth Day of August, 2017 ...

This was our final evening at our temporary venue.
Our occupation of Chidham Village Hall has proved very satisfactory, and thanks to everyone who ventured out into the rural province, could be described as having been a success.

We even attracted a trio of local dignitaries.

Paul considered the weather ...

Tomorrow may rain ...

Bryan related yet another paranormal encounter ...

We do worry about Bryan!

Howard embarked on a whaling expedition ...

She capsized our boat and we lost five men.

Ken pursued the movie theme further ...

Do not look in the basement!

We departed after dancing a polka in company ...

Y-er safer off Cape Horn!

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Yes, our rural expedition is now over.
Very many thanks to everyone who came along to support the club in Chidham.

From Friday 1st September we will be re-occupying our usual venue: The Guide Hall, complete with new kitchen!

Chidham #3; Friday the Eighteenth Day of August, 2017 ...

Another successful evening at our temporary home was superbly MC-d by Paul.

The usual suspects arrived in good time, and we were able to commence proceedings at 20.03 hours, precisely.

Ken sang about his desire for a lady of generous proportions ...

"Give me the fat lady."

"Fool!" said Ken.

"I sang about this cooking utensil ...

Our second visit to Chidham, 11th August, 2017 ...

Here's the table set-up before people arrived ...

Those chairs are much more comfortable
than the ones at the Guide Hall.

 People arrived prepared for a prompt start at 8.00pm ...

Note the presence of natives of the parish. They constituted 50% of the gathering.

We must be getting something right because Laurie, all the way from Littlehampton, returned to our company.
Here he is playing with the very beautiful Sophia ...

This is a song by Elvis Pretzel.

Notice the pretty flowers that Angela so generously provided to decorate the tables.

A theme developed concerning happiness.
Being a folk music club, where we often relate tales of misfortune, betrayal and death, some of us had difficulty with that.

Ken appeared to be enamoured of animals ...

Mike shared fond memories of nights of sweet repose while staying with Granny ...

Nine feet high and six feet wide ...

Geoff and Anne, joining us from Hambrook, embarked on an historical account of revolution ...

A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!

Then we were treated to the bird-song of megalurus punctatus, a bird native to New Zealand ...

Is my darling still true?

(Well, actually it was yodelling.)

Following this: a duo of mouth-trumpeters!

Mave always obeys her mother ...

Always look under the bed!

Geoff, (of Hambrook. not Lancing,) took us to a railway station ...

... and suddenly all the words I should have said had come.

Dogsbody remembered Bob Copper ...

Angela sent us home, kindly inviting us to take the pretty flowers with us ...

"But I'd like the jam-jars back, please."

Thank you, Angela, and everyone for your pleasant company.

Being Friday the Fourth day of August, 2017 - in Chidham ...

Well, here we are at our temporary venue ...

Dogsbody had endured sleepless nights worrying about this relocation ...

• Will we be overwhelmed by an invasion of curious natives of the Chidham Peninsula with unreasonable expectations of being entertained?
• Will my neighbour bring his grandchild who has a drum-kit?
• Are we to expect small human beings bearing ukuleles?
• How many seats should we arrange?
• How shall we orientate the tables?
• What if Ken and Mave don't come?
• Is Chidham too far to travel for our regular participants?

Such anxiety was a complete waste of emotional energy ...

• Despite prolific publicity, no natives came, albeit we were ready to welcome all-comers.
• We found enough seats to accommodate all 24 participants, including Ken and Mave.
• The arbitrary arrangement of tables was fairly satisfactory.
• The distance was not too great for Geoff, all the way from Lancing, but he'd only travelled West for lunch, and thought he'd pop in before going home. Welcome, again, Geoff!

Moseley was charged with collecting money ...

Moseley did a grand job.
Moseley was also meant to take photographs for the archive.
He forgot!

So, I will not bore you with tedious images referring obscurely to what was performed.
You know what you did so well, and a confidential record of such doings has been committed to the archive, should you wish to be reminded.

I will simply say, "Big thank you!" to all of you who came along and made this one of the best-attended and enjoyable meetings of the year.

As you will know, we have use of the same venue for the next three weeks: 11th, 18th and 25th August, so I hope you will continue your support.

Thank you, again, to all you wonderful people.
May you stay forever wonderful.
Colin.