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The most important thing I did in the morning was to cast my vote in the referendum. Then in the afternoon Jez picked me up and gave me a lift up to Crail where he was playing at the folk club. It was an excellent evening altogether. Afterwards he headed southwards to co Durham while I walked across the street with Tony and Diz to stay the night at theirs. We all retired to bed fairly promptly in the hope of falling asleep before the results started coming through in quantity.

The lighting in the club wasn't very good for photos, so here you have J deploying one of his pedals with a blurred foot, with a nice painting of Crail harbour behind him.