Tom & Nana: Saturday Morning Sanpo

What's through there, we wondered.

So we went.

Through the green gate.

Along the long path.

Aha. Where does it go?

Looks ominous.

On went Nana.

Up close.

A little closer...

Are you sure?

Ha. Just more trees.

(and someone's mansion. Quick, back!)

Tom & Nana: Encore

Pushed, bowed.

Plucked, strummed, picked.

Vibrating air.

Makes happy feet.

Tom & Nana: Last Dance

Strings stoke.

Bodies follow.

Things hot up.

And concertinas fan the flames some more.

Tom & Nana: The Hippy Shake

Line 'em up.

Belt it out.

Whirl yourself around.

And shake it about.

Tom & Nana: More Folk

Coarse notes, pushed in sucked out.

A self-conscious flit.

Old hands don't savour the day.

They arrange themselves and perform, one more time.

Tom & Nana: Entertaining Folk

Ladies of the dance.

The rhythm bellows.

Feet stamp hands wrap toes tap.

And the beat goes on.

Tom & Nana: Tentertainment

Round we went.

Smiling, together.

To Tenterden's garden party: Tentertainment.

I with the pram.

Nana with the lens.