It’s that time of year when artists of all varieties pack the products of their febrile imaginations into a vehicle and head off to sit hopefully in a tent or, if they’re lucky, someone’s front room with a disenfranchised cat. This year that’s going to be me but I’m not going far and while there will be a tent of sorts, there’s also a very amenable host, a couple of all-over-you cats, a dog, and a bunch of fluffy-trousered chickens. Last year I was a visitor and I spent much of my time there so, barring seriously adverse weather conditions, I’m looking forward to getting stuck in. We’ll all be pleased to see you, should you drop in, especially those of us out here in the Kuiper belt of the trail. BIG UP THE BEEDING ARTISTS!

[Ed – shouldn’t there be an L in that?]