On route to the farm after opening the bookshop. Two espresso’s. One while texting back and forth with Lisa; another while talking back and forth with Lisa, a volley of loving words before the last stretch to the Walk of Terror. Cameron and Scott met me in the parking lot. I followed Scott around the forest placing tea candles in bags of sand to light the path through the woods.
Once the sun set, the rain cleared and the wind died down. Most of the audience arrived in costume. They were delighted to be marked by my Clydesdale stamp pulling off gloves, rolling up sleeves though a few asked why the horse wasn’t more ghoulish.
Cameron on the old, dancing horse piano in the Back 40 house. Any opportunity to listen to Cameron play brings me to tears with longing and nostalgia of our youth. Risa upstairs twirling before the window as a lost soul.
The band was fantastic and hard to take a picture of with people dancing and kids running all around. Described as New Orleans noir. Her voice was otherworldly and normally a plugged in banjo would bother me but I liked it. Stand up bass and trumpet always win.
Harry dressed as a cheetah (he’d forgot his Ninja costume on the school bus) passed out on Buddy’s bed in Lisa and Coco’s new office hut. Post show Maryke, Lisa and I deliriously redesigned a Robin Hood disco pantomime poster. I did nothing other than ‘yay’ or ‘nay’ ideas while they did all the real work. Slept vividly in the Twin Peaks cabin and left before anyone else had woken up; south bound for the bookshop. In less than two weeks I’ll be back for the winter show.