West Ham. Long journey. Very tired. Audrey came to my house that morning for breakfast. We talked about all sorts on the way. She found the crystal she had lost in her fleece.
We arrived. Went to the park. Played games and then had to write a story in five minutes. Groups of three. Participant. Facilitator. Storyteller. I was blindfolded and taken to Portugal on holiday with Valentina. Sand beneath my feet. I was itching to take my shoes off.
The story from the caves in Iceland. Samantha sat on a stone and was taken into a myth that reminds me of home. It was quite special.
Back inside for groups and game devising. More tired. Less motivated. Games as a way of engagement with the audience.
Back to school. First coffee in a long time. Overwhelmed.