It began with a small pot of salt, collected by Sue Palmer after the second year performance. A reminder of the external life of the project, collected, transported, returned.
Our own salt came from the 24 hour ASDA (for which we are thankful) and drained slowly into the water bucket, it seemed to drain far more slowly than the salt we had used previously and something of a salt cloud was created, drifting out onto the floor. I do not remember if this also happened last time, I didn’t think it did, but now I am not so sure. Memory is a funny thing.
It ended with a mother speaking of her own sense of loss. A reminder of the external impact that the sharing of such personal, but such shared experiences can have.