Being Friday the 1st of November, 2013 ...

Being also the Celtic festival of Samhain ...

Nobody dressed up specially.
There were no bonfires, pumpkins, ritual sacrifices nor visitations by the departed.

Ken, however, graciously advised us thus ...
"Don't take any notice of anything I say."
Nobody did.
(No change there then!)

Elayne bravely transported us to the wild and windswept moors of Yorkshire ...

... it's me, Cathy, I've come home.

Berry demonstrated some new hardware ...

"Now, do I suck or blow?"

"Cider is a great thing," sang Mave.

There were two references to hair-tearing, and one episode of intense hand-wringing, but no teeth were lost despite Dogsbody's desperate effort to play something that looked like a cheese grater ...

Actually, it's a bowed psaltery.

You will find a commentary here.

Finally, led by Paul, we set sail on the evening tide ...

Haul away down channel ...

... and God be by my side.

Important reminder ...

The City Folk Club will not be meeting on Friday 8th November.
However, we are assured of continued occupancy of the Guide Hall every Friday evening until the end of the year.