The easy answer to this is to provide a venue inside the walled city for those guests. BTW, Syds plays old rock and roll noise, far below the usual Brahms and Beethoven music that I have heard coming from their palatial cabin estates. Often I have stood outside the main gate, paper and#2 pencil hoping for an autograph or maybe a used towel. This spring I will make another attempt to escape the toils of the fields, put on my best, albeit tatterd clothes and journey into the city to try again to win the heart of a noble lass so that I may marry into the kingdom and one day be able to walk the golden gangplank and look down at all the others as I board 20 minutes early. ( key music, “To dream the impossible dream”). But alas I am probably doomed to my life as a surf. My wife will be from the farm, with hands that could palm a bowling ball due to many years of extracting milk from goats to put in the tea of the Haven people.
(This is a joke people, don’t get all fired up)