Met Angus (who played bagpipes, carried a sack of various recorders,
and spoke wistfully of finding other musicians in Phoenix Glade), sat
with Jeannie (sp?) and Keena, and played figure-out-the-strange-tent
with Gefn. My wheel was a big hit as usual, and one teacher brought
her entire geography class to hear my spiel about different sorts of
fibers having to be spun differently, and how drop spindles work
versus flyer wheels or chakra wheels (They’re studying Ghandi, who
advocated home spinning of cotton).

Other participants did Scottish dancing and belly dancing and
juggling. It was very festive, and I expect a couple of youth
combators to develop thanks to Keena’s mailwork. All was over
promptly at 1 – which allowed me to get a full half-day’s work in.