Just got back from Tinkinswood. Was a magical night as always. Totally still tonight and met a German bloke there who's travelling around Britain with his missus in a camper van. They're spending the night up there as they can't find anywhere else to pull over. Had a good chat and watched the moon rise - utterly spectacular, just like Beltane. Bright, glorious orange. Looked more like the sun! Then it got dark and the moon turned to white but, as always on a cloudless full moon there, such a bright, bright white that you could see everything. He wandered off back to his van and I stayed out there for a while longer, enjoying the silence.
Had a bit of a whistle. Been using the recording mic that Mum lent me for my dissertation interviews to listen to meself playing the tin whistle.
[NB 2013: Commence waffle about tin whistles which is no longer relevant because the site that hosted the recordings is deceased. If you're into tin whistles, check out Mick's Virtual Whistle. If you're lost on the obscure cultural reference, try: Moon Over Bourbon Street.]
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