It was the stalwarts who came today, and amid the rain, the dull light and wind, we prepared our cloths (already mordanted by Kally) scattering with leaves. As they steamed around the fire we ate squash soup, danced and played air guitar. The reveal was glorious: the holly and ivy gave nothing, but the briar and the jasmine and Geranium and Roman Celandine were a glorious surprise.
We warmed our cockles by the fire in the cabin, sampling Lidl mince pies – the Amaretto was deemed the best.
Our final task to round up Roger failed, so he’ll have to chance his luck tonight.
Kinda Elders in the woods 