Psalm 109 is a bit too much for most people nowadays, with lines like 'Let his days be few; and let another take his office. Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow. Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places', so why did I think of that last night when I heard a beast bellowing in the darkness of Tosside late last night? I first heard it sung by the Mellstock band in a radio adaptation of 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' by Thomas Hardy and the band were playing at Tosside village hall; another Spot On Rural Touring performance that was too good to miss. Their performance last night was 'The Shepherd's Calendar - Merrymaking and Courtship through the Country Year' and contained much lighter Hardy material that had the audience smiling and tapping their feet even though most of the feet had long since ceased to dance. A great night but a shiver ran up my spine as we left in pitch darkness.