Another long lie as we're not needed until the evening.

Olney the Intrepid (Ben) leads a walking expedition over the cliffs towards St Agnes, his little party of followers trailing obediently behind. More opportunities for practising the score seem inevitably to present themselves ("show us the path we must take, our guide and master").

Ben reluctantly relinquishes command to return to the farmhouse to cook dinner and his followers continue without him. There are more caves and old mine shafts to be explored (mostly by Duncan and Patrick), including a hole in the ground which Duncan squeezes into to find a tunnel which opens out further along the cliff. Patrick joins him in exploring it, but insists that somebody holds his very nice jacket to stop it getting dirty before he clambers out again.

After a late lunch (sausage and mash with onion gravy), we head back out to Truro for the technical rehearsal. This is the first time we have rehearsed the show on the stage. The set is now almost complete and looks fabulous. The full horror of being a member of the chorus during Act 2 reveals itself - we sit at the side of the stage, engaged in our knitting or reading as Mark and Thirza take 40 minutes to declare their love for each other. It becomes extremely uncomfortable after about 10 minutes. Ben, Patrick and Duncan have chosen to while away the time by chewing on parsnips, but give this up in favour of whittling them into various shapes instead.

The Wreckers chorus at the end of Act 1 is also a bit of a nerve-jangler as we all brandish our various weapons at the audience. There's a little bit less space than we all would like.....

The GLOC chorus have their own special moment at the beginning of Act 3, at a part marked in the score for the 'Chorus of Later Arrivals'. Duncan and Ben push Pascoe into the cave in his wheelchair (David tells us it's an equal opportunities cave with full disabled access....) and Helen P and Patrick have to put chocks under the wheels to prevent it skidding down the rake into the orchestra pit. Pressure!

Overall, however, the whole piece begins to take shape and we're extremely impressed with how it all looks.

Back to the farmhouse for apple crumble and more port. Early nights all round......