1. Four merlins in unison. Every time I hear the Lanc a lump comes to my throat. A sound which represents so many thousands who went before me. Dust in eyes.
2. Two Merlins, Mossi style so sadly missed.
3. I'd love to hear the Sabre.
4. The sound of a Nightingale over a cornfield.
(Time for bed, too much beer but the festival was good (Bury St Edmunds beer festival 2009
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