Apparently, there's an important lesson to be learnt.
If you spend all your time planning for everything - every, single, thing you can think of - to go wrong, then you will be truly confounded by the idea that everything can conceivably go right.
If you read the previous entries, there's a fairly obvious negative streak running through things; a pessimistic chocolate streak mixed into the ice-cream of cautious optimism. It's very, very easy to be pessimistic because it's very easy to believe that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, and will do so bone-crunchingly hard.
I have to, however, accord praise wherein praise is due, because I was proved wrong; every person involved could not have been more helpful and amazingly willing to put up with the depradations and strange requests made of them. It's tempting to go back and retroactively edit the post containing my concerns about them, but I'd rather leave it as it stands and apologise about it here.
So, to the people who I had unwarranted concerns about, sorry; bear in mind that my cynicism was founded in the belief that finding six people willing to give up a day and travel to a small town to be ordered around by someone with only the bare bones of an idea and a lot of enthusiasm to flesh them out.
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