Moving target

Went along to the Haven Cafe in the evening, for Gillian's Secret Birthday Gig. It had successfully been kept a secret from G, who was utterly astonished to find a bunch of family and friends lurking in there. The music was by Withered Hand. The foot in the picture is the wee one's, his dad holding him as he jigged around to the music.

An undistinguished photo, appropriately enough for the last pic I'll post out of the little Panasonic - the next frame (taken a few seconds after) had a large black blob in the middle of the field of vision, which persists. I think it might be a minute insect.