I was invited to stay in Leeds by Molly and Barnaby on my way up to Scotland for a family gathering. On the last day there Molly and I accompanied Barnaby to conference at a local college that Barnaby and his fellow performers were invited to participate (a movement and sound improvisational method) in. While they set up, Molly and I wandered around the massive sculpture garden and park that was located on the campus. It was a nice afternoon talking and playing around. After the performance demonstration, during a question and answer portion, I snuck off the bleachers and found a good spot outdoors while I waited for the event to finish up, laying on a steep slope introspecting or whatever it is one does on a steep slope. Molly and Barnaby came out of the building, along with the other performers and started up the hill towards me. I stood up to greet them, a little nervous as the group approached I began to think about all the things I could possibly say to them, things like "Hello how are you."; "Nice Job"; ask a question; prepare for the question of what I was doing in England; what I do in general; etc. Sensing my unease, I guess, Bob, a larger man with hair almost to his shoulders reached out his hand, palm down, and said softly but pointedly, "you're alright, you're alright" and instantly I fell out of anxiety. We chatted briefly and excepting Barnaby and Molly, the performers got in their cars parked behind us, and left.