Night into morning

Red full moon, high wind, walking in the fields with falco_biarmicus and Navvy.

Came back to an evening of essential chilled-outness with larians, probablyscotty and Neil sans lj who introduced us to a strange form of Big Brother for caterers called 'Hell's Kitchen,' a surreal experience best seen with herbal enhancement.

Grateful for the big-hearted company of our guests, who put up with us once again being knackered and crap, even to the extent of falco_biarmicus bringing fresh pasta and cooking it for everyone. We slept well.


Then we woke to the news of the train crash in Japan.

The lyrics are nicer than the pic

( Fall for me, my Southern Cross, my star... )