
By the time sun went down Gaskill Street had transformed with two long tables, Beau

The scene was set... where's the crowd?
Without any sudden change the area filled with people. Lots of people. Kind of like waiting for the bath to fill and you think about doing something while you wait but decide not to because running the bath is doing something and then somehow you are distracted and have to make a lunge for the tap before it overflows.
You could feel the atmosphere charging steadily and before long there was that loud drone you hear when a large crowd assembles with lots of wine and a live jazz band playing at a celebratory volume.
It was all happening. With Pizza bread from a wood fired stove, the clink of friendly glasses and cheerful voices drifting in and out of focus.
