A warm day

The light is just at that perfect tipping point, there's still enough light to see but the bats are starting to come out and shadows begin to stealthily swallow the orchard around us. The heat of the day is still in the air and on our faces. A circle of hay bales surrounds a roaring campfire which sparks dangerously close to Rawley's fiddling elbow. I'm surrounded by kids and while they do their twists and flips I dosey doe to the music and inhale the elation that the kids seem to give off.