Sheep / Farming / China

I wonder if today was the last bright/warm day of the year? I hope not, but if it turns out to be that, at least I was out in it.

Beetled up to Brockhampton for Robert's Working Day, which is where a chap in the village fires up as many of the stationary engines that he's collected as possible. He also invites like-minded chums. Although I think the bloke with the blown V12 bought off Ebay for 500 notes was perhaps taking the piss. It did make a most excellent noise, mind.

There were a lot of middle-aged men standing around with their coats on, listening to industrial music.

I particularly enjoyed the beats provided by a two-cylinder Crossley.

Later, we assembled in the Guardianista refugee-camp behind the town hall in Cheltenham, where a lost Eastercon panel was enacted in front of what I took to be confused lit-types. I was wrong, since there were interesting questions about looping empires and the recent Torque Control business.

I am now quite tired.

(Must remember to build the robot tramp powered by rough cider.)