After all the previously discussed misery and mayhem, imagine my delight when the Italian chapter of the Dave Rapley Appreciation Society serenaded us on our last night in the mountains. Their instruments included garden shears and toilet cysterns, and they’d make very Worthy Old Dartfordians, one and all. I could have stayed and listened and sung along all night, had my eldest daughter not dragged me away in embarrassment. I did get a little carried away at the end. CDs available in the foyer.