Projections

It’s raining. Under cover, I stack straw. The aim is to create enough space to get the tractor out of the polytunnel and back with the machinery.

Nick and I head to Pol’s party. Dave T is there with Spook, projecting moving patterns. Angus has some of his sound system. Due to a miscommunication with Ferdi, he needs me to provide a laptop. I duly do so.

Older people congregate in the kitchen. Niall arrives. Gordon, Sarah, and Aynsley follow. Quintan’s pals arrive. There’s dancing and drunkenness. Rather too much tonic wine for my taste, but I have some Joker IPA to quell my thirst.

All too soon it’s midnight. Nick’s ready to go home. So we do.