Photos from last night at the Master Shipwright's House. I take every opportunity to visit this place (I'd buy it in a second if I had £5,000,000 to spare) and last night - a convergence of various folk bands, jugglers, Morris dancers, bonfires, acapella sea shanty groups, the burning of pirates, hot cider and fireworks flying up from the River Thames at the end of the garden - was magical.
Ack, I know, more iPhone photos. Since I got my fancyarse Nikon I seem to have completely fallen out of love with taking photos, which wasn't exactly the desired effect. Crisply perfect digital images just don't do it for me, so until I sort out what to do about that, the phone it is.