Tonight as I locked up I could hear the roar of the waterfall going down the Goit just across the field. Dennis, the goat is living in the wood there at the moment eating the remains of the wild Iris and blackberries. He has a little wooden house that I drag around for him. The Goit is a deep mysterious place. The village kids dare eachother to try and walk up it. It is possible but you battle brambles and such slippy shale that you invariably slip straight back into the stream if you try. I have lost my footing and slipped the full 15 foot or so down the steep side straight into the stream. It is normally quite shallow and rocky. Old builder’s bags and feed bags, buckets and bottles find their way in there and I clear them out, but after a heavy rainfall it changes into a torrent of brown water taking any loose rocks or debris. The waterfall drops about 10 foot and from the other side is a vantage point at the side of the track. So many people have stopped a while to lean on the wall and look that the wall has worn smooth. Well tonight I am finishing another paper mache head. It will be made into a puppet eventually but there is hours of work ahead. The harps Chorus and Copernicus have started to ‘sing’. At the moment they sound beautiful but only a glimpse of their full potential. I reckon by next Summer they will sound so rich.