"What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit." #bloomsday
@jimxcomet Having said that Gavin did turn up at one of our orchestra sessions having smeared himself in crazy glue and wiggling around in a bucket of blue glitter to ‘get in the mood love’ so you know swings and roundabouts