Not the day

As well as plays to see this weekend, there are people to see, people who’ve moved off island, but come back this weekend for the festival.

With French homework to do, the garden to water and people (and one last play) to see, this is not the day to be writing a road trip story.

And then there’s the solar eclipse tomorrow morning, so no sitting down at the keyboard first thing.

I’ll get back to you.

Promise.