The last of the Festival goers are leaving this morning. It has been a riotous week with music. dancing, theatre and art. Friends from all over arrived. The house was stuffed with people. Family and new and old friends.
Every night there were the howlers, the fireworks, the spontaneous parades and street performances. Every single corner of tiny Wells was filled with creativity of all sorts.
Today my house is empty except for Clyde the cat and little Kate, a young traveller from Northern Alberta.
The quiet is noticable.
The Gallery is closed today for a resurrection day. I have had enough celebration until next year.