Being the 18th of July, 2014 ...

Angela, in charge, brought a much-admired instrument.
Here's Mick in admiration mode ...

If polydactyl Mick likes it, then it must be good.

Angela accompanied herself singing about birdsong ...

Roger provided Holy wisdom ...

Here are The Byrds ...

; /

Oh, to be 16 again!

"Is it 'folk'?" you ask ...

Who cares?!

Did you like that?

Roger does his own sensitive renditions of the first two tracks.

... and we've all had a go at 'Tambourine Man', haven't we?

We visited three TFL railway stations ...

...just as the sun was rising!

Stone is no place to sleep.

March!

Someone asked if this was a surgical appliance ...

"No," said Lorna, (welcome back ... and Nat,) explaining that it is the mouthpiece of a bass recorder ...

Lucy took us on a delightful country walk ...

You'll remember me when the West wind moves ...

Angela, in reality, did not drown in the deep, blue sea ...

We finished with Paul and Angela singing about a train journey...

Please, Mr Conductor ...

All ended well, and a little boy got home to see his dying mother.

Thanks to a significant detour made by Nat and Lorna, even Dogsbody didn't have to go home on the last train.
Thank you!

Please remember ...
The club will not be meeting on Friday 25th July, nor 1st August.
You all know why.
After that, we await news.

Epilog ...

On this day in 1918 was born a man of great wisdom and humanity ...