I follow the pathway as it zigzags through tight corners of thick, black fabric. Noise and light are completely muted, muffled, absorbed in this between space, until the final corner turned reveals the opening of a huge room filled with beds, music, darkness punctuated with vivid colour. Projections flow slowly on the ceiling, across the walls, downwards onto some of the beds. Georgia, who has recently turned one, and even more recently started to walk with confidence, stands arms outstretched, her face turned upwards to the largest amorphous projection on the ceiling. She begins to dance - her body moves with the music and also with the light and colour. Her dance starts in the centre of the room, swaying, turning, wiggling, clapping, spinning, then she dances, arms still reaching…