Still at postlip hall

We had a great day yesterday for the public camp, kept muttering to
myself thank god were here and not at the race course. It really was
an idyllic setting and completely contained and sheltered. I went to
lidl to stock up for the weekend, momentarily lost my brain and bought
enough food for 40 people, no one seemed that hungry so i then ate
enough for 40 people. Workshops were great , toby wrote a great piece
if you ignore thr soelling and the writing, barney and lucy hung a
giant blur balloon in a tree and asked people to write what it was
toby said it was a monument to a giant bulberry which illuminated at
sun down each day which was different in the winter and summer ,
scarily Helen owen( county arts officer ) dropped in to see how it was
allgoing. Felt like the queen had come to visit, she was great and got
totally stuck in although I couldn't persuade her to ride a donkey.
Went for a short walk to cleeve common , piers and I fantasizes again
about moving here but realised that molly would kill us. Lush night
around the fire with music, slide show and short film which stand and
stare artcgroup hadmade, kids ruined or improved it deending on your
opinion by going behind the screen and inventing their own shadow play
at the same time . Havecwoken up this am and weather foul , Helen owen
blithely told me that it had rained on st swithins day, didn't know
what that meant now I do and feel a bit depressed. Weather is crap
this morning , what if she is right . Also I have to go home this week
and try and rewrite a bid for our autumn tour which I feel like doing
about as much as returning to the race course. We are half way through
and I am sad at the thought . Feels like my life in the real world has
changed during thiz thing and that the "real world ". has too, think
that tocarve a living as an artist will be even less likely when I
return.
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