No rehearsals tday, so we all take the opportunity to have a very long lie-in. Patrick has decided to cook Sunday lunch, so everybody else goes out for a walk on Perranporth beach.

It is an absolutely glorious day. The beach itself appears to be several miles long and extremely wide with the tide out. We head off for the cliff at the other end. Duncan and Ben have found a football and amuse themselves in kicking it at each other until a German shepherd pounces on it and deflates it with a single stroke of its paw.

Excitingly we also find some caves in the cliffs. One of the excellent things about performing an opera with such a strong local theme is that even a short walk provides numerous opportunities to rehearse. We can't resist standing in the caves singing 'hear the rising tide' and 'in this dreadful tomb' which have a chillingly evocative acoustic. Duncan and Ben pose as the Tramps of Doom (slightly unconvincingly using Suzi's pashmina as a blanket).

Back home to Patrick's excellent lunch of steak with roasted vegetables and an afternoon sitting round with the Sunday papers.

Then it's off to Truro for the Sitzprobe (or Band Call as we would call it at GLOC) and our first look at the Hall for Cornwall. The theatre is a 900-seater in the middle of Truro and has one of the widest stages in the country. Apparently, though, the acoustic is terrible and all the sound travels immediately up into the fly tower.

The set has been transferred from the Miracle Theatre (which we will never see again - hurrah!) and we sit on the rake to run through the score with the orchestra.

The orchestra seem to be having a little trouble finding their feet with the score - unsurprisingly as nobody has ever played it before, and the music seems to be difficult to read - and there are a number of stops and starts. For us, however, it's a relief to get back to the score and revisit the music now that all the other parts are being sung. It has been very difficult to rehearse all the entries in London with no soloists. Overall, the sitzprobe goes very well from a vocal point of view.

We have a drink in the Kasbar in Truro with some of the soloists. Helen P and Martin (Harvey) discover that they have sung in the same choir as each other and - even more excitingly - Martin sang in the D'Oyly Carte with GLOC's own Richard Naxton - or Ariadne auf Naxton as he calls him......

Back to the farmhouse for jacket potatoes with leftover chilli and conversation that lasts till 3 in the morning, although nobody the next day can remember what we talked about.......