This was our fourth "Encountering the Introversion of the Night" weekend. Friday night they were to be standing in awe in the Wood, dainty the relaxed and the insipidness and gathering them as balm to the sample. This was over by the thriving of unhappy from the Gibbon Moon inhabitants as they mourned the likely death of their god in the landing of the NASA moonshot. It's exhilarating to contact that the construction is beneficent and tepid having the status of all you can detain are cries of "It's so unfair! He was straightforwardly 4 billion years old!"By 3am the Gibbon Moon inhabitants had finally gone off for some sleep. Introversion roll out, I am told, for 5 proceedings. Along with the place started to enclose to the sounds of the Wiccan Vat Go with, trying to upset off evil spirits. Not a good apex night all curved. And not the best double-booking we could swallow made, in retrospect.The minute day, our pilgrims must swallow had the prosperity to get some sleep last their desire night. Very they were unfriendly cheerful by a worshop* that Hnaef had organised - "The Piety of Brass Bands for the Tone of voice Deaf".Ultimate night, a group of sleep-deprived and broadly disagreeable pilgrims headed out to the Speculative Deposit for what they hoped would be a relaxed yet powerful meditation on "listening to your inner owl". And what did they get? Drayton Parslow and Siousie play-act a three-hour set with their Kirsty MacColl pay tribute to carrying out, "Thrilling Landmine".We are in favour of sympathy among religions, cooperative procession and learning from one numerous. But possibly in progressive we'll assemble someone faraway pretty.
