-- where no light pollution prevails and no signal found for my mobile. A remote residential setting for my singing group: streetwise opera a couple of days or more away from society surrounded by folk songs and organic food! What a punishment, not even brown sugar can lift my spirits amongst the withdrawal of my junk food diet. But brief salvation in the form of a pizza making master class. A chance to create a savoury and "SWEET" one. Banana and chocolate is layered all over my pizza, a whole slab of a bar is used -- so thick; the chunks don't even melt fully. At last a chance to drown in my own sweet gorgeous gluttony! (Hand made!!!) Halima's music teacher who saw melodies as chocolate bars I remember my primary school music teacher, Mr. Mills, who described different sections in a musical melody as a bar of chocolate. He said, 'think of it as a giant bar, which is easy to separate, as opposed to a great big slab of chocolate.' I remember the class understanding straight away. It was a metaphor we can all relate to. We definitely performed better in that class, hitting the highs, the lows and the in-betweens. Brigitte's ballad to the unknown numbers It was 1788 but no English ship's captain knew how many African human cargo it carried across the Great water to England But to the islands still being fought over by French & Dutch and & English monarchies It was