A splendidiferous two-roomed tent was the surrounds, with the Thames glinting quietly just a few yards away.

The dog raised its nose questingly.

The crowd were packed round the front of the small stage like sardines and the reaction was superb, with the band responding accordingly, especially Tim who was on top form, leaping ups and down on the makeshift stage which was threatening to give way any minute, charging around wielding his guitar in a guitar-hero mickey-take, abusing the audience, hammering Dominic's cymbals, pouring gallons of water over himself and his guitar... brilliant.

Mrs. Perkins, who has not been for some weeks on speaking terms with Mrs. Piper in consequence for an unpleasantness originating in young Perkins' having fetched young Piper a crack, renews her friendly intercourse on this auspicious occasion.