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 ...
Geoff, (of Hambrook. not Lancing,) took us to a railway station ...
Dogsbody remembered Bob Copper ...
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.
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