It was super-early on Mid-summer’s Day in Cornwall and I was lucky enough to observe the locals and a selection of animals march up the hill in the annual sunrise procession. I could not fathom how they managed to persuade everyone to walk in a neat line, at the same pace, each an equal distance apart from the person/creature ahead.

I would have like to have joined the celebrations at the top of the hill, but there was some problem with the minibus transport in the village below.

Added to this, KA caused all sorts of confusion over a curry. In the end we decided to eat out and invite S to join us.