InPrint members overcame unexpected obstacles when they put together the Paston exhibition at St Margaret's Church on October 9. The weather was wonderful, the church was open, Ruth had made buns and tea, and Jack Earl was waiting to assist – but where was the van with the screens, driven by InPrint organiser Annette? InPrint poet Tim had given some small assistance to Simeon Care in delivering one or two items from the home of Paston Heritage Society supremo Lucy Care, and there was nothing left to do but wait...
Meanwhile some ten or twelve miles away, the missing van was stuck in the mud at Rackheath, and proving impossible to free. Eventually a local produced a chainsaw and cut down a tree, narrowly avoiding reducing the InPrint membership figures in the process, and after some more manouevering, the van was free – and ready to pick up the screens. By 2.30pm, after much anticipation, the van put in an appearance at Paston Church, and the screens and other materials were unloaded.
A certain amount of reorganisation was then necessary after it was found that the master diagram allowed for too little space down the central aisle, but some quick rethinking resulted in the screens being erected in the pews, and the prints – looking every bit as stunning as had been predicted – were carefully positioned. Meanwhile, Siri-Susanna Taylor was checking out her film settings for the following evening's Private View, a florist from North Walsham arrived to check the church for a wedding, and an elderly couple turned up from Nottingham to look at the building and its usual contents (for which Jack proved an expert guide).
By about 5.30 everything that could be done had been done, and everyone prepared to leave. Everyone did leave, in fact, apart from the occupants of the van, which – you guessed it – found some more mud to get stuck in. All efforts proved in vain, and the van ploughed deeper and deeper in. But Annette and Teri Lockton, one of the Paston artists, managed to get a lift to Mundesley, where they obtained a tow out from a local garage. It was that sort of day.