I will never be a good didgeridooer

It’s been quite a busy weekend, what with visiting Cookham to judge the Cookham Guys and Dolls (photos are now online) and my Mystery activity yesterday. I didn’t get around to tell you about the didgeridoo workshop I went to. We were all given plastic fishing rod covers and told to blow into them in a raspberry sort of manner. I discovered I’m not very good at it, which got rather embarrassing when we had to go around the group several times demonstrating how we were doing. I also found I don’t have the lungs for it – I began to feel quite light headed after only a short while. The people who took the workshop wer fantastic didgeridooers though – if I find their names on the ticket in a back pocket of a pair of jeans somewhere I might post a link so you can book them for parties and fetes.