Lunch at the Compass Rose, a green and rosy place with wood panelling. The blue sky and white stones are like a giant Wedgewood dish. Noises Off at the Neptune Theatre. Laughed till I was sick. Made me think of that peculiar night when Frayn came to NZ for the Book Council and we ended up at the Brit.
Farce begins in New Zealand maybe.
Port Morien . John drove me up from Halifax to a half-way meeting place with his parents. They came down to pick me up and take me back to their place at Port Morien, Cape Breton Island. Lots of stops along the way e.g. Pictou. Another time I will give myself time to catch the ferry over.