Blue green

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still haven't found a civil way to disagree with each other.

The festival goers return, tired and damp. Angus gets a lift to the door with Ferdi. Megan arrives at the bottom of the track, barefoot. It sounds like they had a good time.

Sausages and onion gravy for tea, followed by an outing to Penicuik - Megan wants to start go to lifesaving to start her training regime. Angus dozes on the couch.