Bleary-eyed denizens got a treat as they emerged from their tents this morning - the usual breakfast of biscuits or toast was replaced by an omelette with a side order of lightly fried bread.

Miracle
One well-fed café customer cheerfully announced, "I'd love to eat that again, but I couldn't fit it in."  One small child, who was previously a 'faddy eater' was spontaneously cured as she spotted the fine fare on an unsuspecting parent's plate.

Shaf produces his mouth-watering masterpieces in a café situated adjacent to Canehenge.  When asked for his reaction to the overnight success of the site, one denizen intimated that he "certainly would not have come to the site if there had just been an empty field to find".  A woman laughed hysterically and stated that, "it's wonderful to have Shaf cooking for us".  A nearby toddler fell to her knees.

Efficient
Happy customers of the "Magic Hat Café" were delighted to have their dinner served at dinnertime.  "Much improved since yesterday," said one man with his mouth full. Not content with producing one repast each day, Shaf announced, "If you give me some veggie sausages and beans, I do breakfast as well!"  Several men clapped their hands with delight.

Music
Shaf showed that he also has talents in other areas, as he regaled café customers with the drum, and then the dijeridoo.  "We've never had it so good," implied one member of the audience.

Earlier, music workshop attendees learned to play drums and penny whistles, in readiness for tomorrow's planned entertainment, and the café was a centre of activity all day. Children were transformed into lions,

tigers, elephants, butterflies, scorpions, and commandos.  "ROAR!" said one tiger as he ran outside.

Craft Café
While some families surreptitiously attended the local town show, other folk gathered in the café to work together on a collage.  The finished work sparkle as if by magic, or possibly because of the glitter and glue that had been applied, and all who saw it felt privileged to bear witness to the work.
Moth Hunt
Following a storytelling session in the yurt, several young members of the community borrowed two-way radios and met in the centre of Canehenge and went for a walk to look for moths.  Meanwhile, other energetic denizens ran around Canehenge with flashlights.  "I haven't a clue what they're doing," said one bewildered onlooker.