Summer Ball Revelrys and Lydford Gorge

Well I am just about regaining my concept of the time of day, following the Summer Ball on Monday night. It was a brilliant night, which began in an almost unprecedentedly sophisticated manner, with Cava and strawberries at Fliss's, and intelligent conversation. Following this what we shall call champagne reception, we migrated to the ball and an excellent night ensued, complete with dodgems (though it took me a while to realise that I needed to turn the steering wheel in order to cease going round and round in circles backwards), jazz, swanning around in tuxedos, and watching the Fun Loving Criminals (ok, I know there's no 'g' in Loving in this case, but it feels so wrong to leave it out), who, to my surprise, I rather liked.

We were also treated to that other guy, you know, the one who sang 'I am the One and Only'. That particular song came right near the end of his set after a series of covers, the worst of which was an absolutely tragic cover of 'Imagine'. To his credit, he was particularly good at the fancy stuff, performing some bewildering jumps from the drum kit, and chucking his guitar in the air, and, perhaps disappointingly, not dropping it. Chesney Hawkes, that's the guys name.

A good few of us did not, regretably, make the survivors photo, leaving, as we did
shortly after three. But that's plenty late enough for a morning person like me.

Yesterday Lucy, James and myself took a little day trip up to Lydford Gorge in the northwest corner of Dartmoor. It was a very nice day indeed.