Recalling the Crystals in the Hall
There were two generous-sized crystals, not quite the size of an adult’s fist. They’d been gifted in the late ‘70’s by a man from the USA, Ron Bonnewitz, who’d been ‘told’ while driving through one
Glamour goes down in feathers
Or 'How glamour gasped its last breath' The innumerable community meetings held in the Hall in the early ‘80s trained us in patience, listening, practising decision-making by consensus and promulgating what sometimes was suspiciously like
