The parachute is up.
Looked like a giant elphant or a strange creature.
Lisa climbed up the leg suffocating but reached up high to wear her big skirt.
Performance at the Fete as a trio felt really good. Rigging and dancing at the same time. Less arms and legs to focus on. Calm, concentrated audience, sun came out at 20:15.
Rig is down, rig is up, rig is down, rig will be up once more at the dried lake.
Last workshops to go. Group yesterday did not have a go on the harnesses. Only a few swinging in the cocoons. Instead we performed the show and I think that was the ‘best bit’ of the day for them.