The Winter Cyle

Well the inscription was done. Now we had to wait for the night of the festival to bring our Moebious Strip to life. So meanwhile we were preparing our rope. Once more we got some help from the council in the shape of some large sulo bins and in these bins we were soaking 120 metres of rope in a driptorch mixture of petrol and two stoke and a bit of oil. We had to get all this festering volatile rope in its bins up to the park and lay it out in the track before the sun went down.