In London last weekend I saw this man playing a jazz standard with flames bursting from his instrument in time to the beat. It was snowing, he was drawing crowds and coins. In Dorset last week I walked past a farm yard and saw men and women in hunting dress surrounded by Beagles and eating sausage rolls and cake. They were off to chase and presumably try and catch hares. In Sidmouth we stayed in this room. It was like being on a boat and in the theatre all at once.