Okay, okay, I know I'm not supposed to be posting until I've met my deadline, but I just can't resist sneaking this one in. I'm at work in my office/studio, which is above the shops in the center of my village...and Morris dancers have suddenly appeared in the street below my window. (Having no camera at hand, I used the camera mounted in my laptop to snap these pictures.) As a truck driver's kid from Pennsylvania & New Jersey, I never lose my sense of wonder at having ended up in such a magical place as Dartmoor. Accordion and fiddle music floats into the studio, and I'm thinking: Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.