Two days after my last installment, we boarded the train at
London’s Liverpool Street Station and headed 100 miles
east to the village of Easton in
to play the Maverick Festival. The festival features the best in Suffolk Americana and Roots music “from both sides of the Atlantic.” Ned was featured as a solo artist on Saturday
afternoon and was enthusiastically received by the crowd gathered in the
Moonshine Barn. After the demanded encore, we had time to walk the festival
grounds and, among other sights, were as fascinated by Brits wearing country
western styled clothing as they are with country music from across the pond. A
special treat was brushing shoulders with master song writer and guitarist
Alejandro Escovedo in the artists tent. The problem was I had no idea who Alejandro
was until so informed by Ned during the taxi ride back to the train station.
|Ned and the shootin' guy at the Maverick Festival|
Upon arrival back in London, we were able to catch the last minutes of the laser light show emanating from the Shard, London’s newest skyscraper and Europe’s tallest at just over 1,000 feet. For readers familiar with the Lord of the Rings, the Shard’s resemblance to the
|The Shard... Or is it the Tower of Mordor?|
On July 3, we celebrated Sandra’s birthday at St. John Bread and Wine.
|Ummm... Gelatious Bone Marrow! Scoop it out and spread it!|
Late last week we embarked on a run of gigs commencing with an evening at Jagz Café at
|The Wirral Ukulele Orchestra in Action|
Packed up and in the car, we drive the hour to
Burnley for a rest at the Keirby Park Hotel. On the "dive"
scale where 1=total dive and 10=just below a room at a Comfort Inn, the Keirby
rates a 4 due to there being no toilet paper, no TV, no phone, and no
soap. The rooms DO have a sign advising that the water is not suitable for
drinking... we thought that was a nice touch. Oh well, it’s a place to sleep. BUT
NOT, not until the hen party has passed by on the street below. A hen party you ask? Well it’s a bachelorette
party. In this case, literally hundreds of young women pass by on the sidewalk
five floors below for an hour. I have been known to exaggerate; this is not
such an occasion. A Nyquil capsule is
administered to encourage sleep on the surface masquerading as a mattress.
|The Hen Party in the Street Below|
Having survived the hotel and hen party, we make the short drive to small town of
|Ummm... Gravy Wrestling!|
The gig at the football club went over really well with an attentive audience and was a fine cap on our weekend outing. With Malcolm at the wheel and little traffic at night, we arrive