Honestly, there are another ten odd people out of the picture.
And, yes, honestly, that is real sunshine.
And and, yes, yes, I'm holding papers with poems on them. As I said I was going to do, I read from my sequence of family poems. Being about Plymouth Brethren, they're quite subdued, which made reading my audience tricky. No dramatic rendition this time. But people semed to be listening; they were certainly attentive, and I can only hope to my words and not their skull cinema.
Also great to go paddling in Grasmere afterwards (if I'd thought I'd have brought my cossie) with the hilltops be sharply lined and crinkled in the light and shadow.
We are where we are.