Sumersettle down in the back there . . . . .

Frome Farmer's market this Saturday and hopefully no repeat of the Dr. Doolittle-meets-Swiss Family-Robinson fiasco of Keynsham a fortnight ago (actually, what would happen if they did meet? Maybe at a Disney re-union . . would they have anything to talk about, or would it be stilted and uncomfortable? Maybe Lassie could break the ice and introduce people?) Anyway, as I write this looking out down the Wellow Valley; all the signs of mid-June are there; rich and complex verdant greens, swallows and swifts Torville-and-Dean-ing about, flashing Cow Parsley, Meadowsweet in the ditches, diesel fumes from a grid-locked A37, Police helicopters, sirens, the sky orange with flames, sheets of gray-black rain tomb-stoning across the sky and desperate, wet, hungry people on the news. yes; it's Glastonbury weekend again. After sullenly watching Si, Jacks, Nath, Nettie and Rose convoy off the Rank in the sunshine earlier, I wished we were going too. . . . but, as the hinges rattle and the trees bend supplicant eastwards in the fizzing wet gloom, for now, I'll take the hot bath. And while I'm fast asleep in the early hours, dreaming of pulling nettles and magic jet-packs, they'll be there; dancing in the mud with Nuns dressed as Ladybirds and the Welly-sellers will be ecstatic . . .
JP

Definitions of fiasco on the Web:
A hand blown, round bottomed bottle, wrapped in wicker generally associated with Chianti. Not generally used today because of their expense.
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debacle: a sudden and violent collapse
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