The excitement is fading, but the memories are not. We packed early and set off about 11, after breakfast with Judy Dugas in Newport. Good drive home, with me sleeping most of it, I am afraid, and we got back to Holly's in the afternoon, when everyone except me availed themselves of Holly's pool. In the evening we had a terrific takeaway Chinese - probably the nicest Chinese I have ever had. We sang into the night, and worked out harmonies to Let it Be Me and Dream, that I hope to record and hope to have the wonderful Holly singing on. Went to bed tired and happy and had a long sleep.
Tuesday morning, woke to Neils cooking eggs bacon and fries. Then we had a problem. Heather lost her passport. As she flies home tomorrow, this is a big problem. We turned the house upside down, then phoned Gregg Schreiber to turn the bunkhouse upside down. Still no sign of the passport. Online to the British Embassy, downloaded forms, but was unable to contact them to fix an appointment - no online facility and the phone service just looped and got nowhere. So Holly drove Heather to Washington, to the Embassy. And after some humming and hah-ing, they agreed to sort her, gave her an emergency, one trip only passport and cancelled her other one. So she can fly tomorrow.
And we were still able to go to the Reston-Herndon folk club, where amongst many others, Tom Paxton has performed. It s in the back room of a restaurant who's entrance looks like a juke box. The menu was about an inch thick - but I knew what I wanted - burger and fries. And a very good burger it was too. The place was full, and the autoharpers took it over. Cathy first, with Neils and then duetting with Heather. Heather played two tunes - Hawkers Dream, my favourite. Then I did John Hurt, Albatross, and Will the Angels. Then Neal and Coleen did the Remembering Song and my favourite Crossing the Bar - heard that so many times this trip! I think we all went down well, but I had to leave with Neal and Coleen at half I e, to get to Greencastle to their fabulous home. I have never seen so many objects laying around that I thought "Ooh that's nice!" "Oooh look at that!" And "How on earth do you collect so many CDs and so much vinyl!" A tour of the outside awaits tomorrow, then I start recording. Better get some sleep.
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