There one is, pushing one's little godson round the back streets of Lewes, amazed at his genius as he points things out along the way.

And then, suddenly, he has grown up and his first full-length film is launched.

Rob Cannan and Corinna Villari-McFarlane have produced an impressive debut movie, a documentary called Three Miles North of Molkom.

It takes a group of people thrown together at a hippy-style No Mind Festival in leafy Sweden and watches how they each react to the various events laid on to help them connect with nature and their Inner Selves.

An Australian rugby coach somehow ends up among them and of course is wittily scathing about the whole business, fire-walking, tantric sex, hippy burbling mumbo-jumbo, and real-life hugging of real-life trees.

But then ...

A couple of good reviews reviews are here and here.

The scene where one gormless woman is knocked flying as her innermost cosmic rays fail to deflect an incoming onslaught from the smarmy instructor is alone worth the price of admission. 

Not to forget that it is possibly the cheapest film ever made?

All in all, a deft, perceptive and ultimately touching piece of work, all the more impressive for being lifted and edited so smoothly from countless hours of filming.

Go and see it.