Over a reflective breakfast watching big fat koi (or carp?) gently feeding, I began Allen Roth's "Sherborne", a history of JGB's remarkable experiment at Sherborne House, Gloucestershire. Allen (first course) married Betty from the fifth course, which was also my year. In the photo section there was a clipped picture of Anthony Blake as The Fool of the Sherborne Morris dancers. If the photo had been complete, it would also have had your Diarist included as one of the 6 Sherborne Morris men. That is another story.
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A second full day of BTV meetings.
Personal notes: Toyah returned from Paris late last night, and we spoke 18.10 Tokyo time, the first time since I left the UK. Hooray! And the movements of the Fripp plumbing system have moved from excrutiating, withering pain (until last night) to discomfort. The fever lifted yesterday, but major jet lag replaced it. So today is the first day I am able to remember what it might be like to be human, rather than a dying little animal. Driving on an empty tank remains the main challenge to be surmounted during the next two full days of interviews. But an experienced gigster remembers this: all you have to do is get onstage. Once there, you trust the power of the event. The event contributes what is necessary to fill the gap. (This leads to a discussion of how photography & recording act to undermine the event).
David & George are leaving breakfast time tomorrow & flying to the UK & US respectively.
"The science is in knowing, the art in perceiving."
