busking, Life, music

Small Town Girl

We’re on a sort of Working Holiday. Camping in an amazing campsite near Looe and busking.

Yesterday we were in Looe. My husband went first and charmed the locals and tourists alike with his amazing voice and trumpet. By the time it was my turn to play I admitted to our little girl that I was worried people might not like my stuff. She’s like a little one person cheerleading team, she was sure people would like it. I was also a bit on the back foot as this is where I grew up. Lots of memories, like most people, some of them good, some of them not so much!

I had already bumped in to an old school friend, we sat at the same table in top infants! And I’d popped in to see another school friend who I’d not seen since I was pregnant. That helped take the nerves away. As always though, once I start playing I lose myself in the songs and just enjoy it.

Today I was in Polperro while Jerri and our little one had a quiet day. I tried (unsuccessfully) to find the house my friend used to live in. All the houses in this part of the world seem to be clinging to cliff faces and ravines as if a giant picked them up and shoved them all in to the cracks; it’s beautiful. I played in the shade and it was surprisingly cold; I stoped when my fingers went numb! I loved it though. I shall get back.

Life

Getting back to my roots

Its the Exeter Street Music doo today. I’m not playing as my husband’s away and I’ve got the little one. I did think about going in to see what’s going down but it seemed like a far quieter day was in order.

A scavenger hunt / walk up to The Turf for some fine coffee, and better yet we bumped into a friend. They asked if I ever played there, I haven’t but I wouldn’t say no!

Anyway after a bit of shopping as it was a bit mother Hubbard at home the little one is watching Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (Depp) and I’ve bitten the mullet and am sorting out my roots; it’s been a long time coming. If the next time you see me I have short hair you’ll know it’s all gone horribly wrong. 😳😱😳😱

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Leap of faith

Well, I had better luck today, the last day with the hire car. It’s been nice, but I’ll be glad to get back in the van.

I was Cathedral Green on a lovely late summer day. It’s a strange feeling breaking the silence of such a lovely place and I’m never entirely sure which song I will play until I start. Today it was ‘it must be love’

It’s a leap of faith really standing there singing. I am grateful that I can do it. Grateful that people enjoy it.

busking, jinxed

Curses!

It often seems that when I book our daughter in to childcare to go busking I am jinxed. It rains or there’s deafening building works all around but today takes the biscuit.

On the way into town a branch fell and hit my windscreen, damaging the bodywork making a straight forward replacement impossible. I was so relieved that the little one wasn’t in the van at the time (glass all over the passenger seat) – it could have been so much worse. However now instead of busking I’m sorting out a replacement vehicle so it can be repaired and so we can go camping ….

I’m a bit p***ed off. Still at least it’s stopped raining ….

busking, music, street life

Love

Yesterday I played in Truro. I had been out on a night out at Bone China the night before, gotten drunk on a single cocktail and eaten some wonderful food. As always though I woke early.

My husband had got the low down on busking in Truro from our good friend Andy Marshall. I got the bus into town early and there he was at Highcross. Very kindly he suggested we share the pitch, which we did.

I had a ball! It was a wonderful warm day and family and friends came out to see me. While I was playing a lovely little girl a bit younger than my own, was watching me with her nana. For what I could tell she kept making her nana come back. After 3 or 4 tines I beckoned the little girl over and gave her a CD. She looked delighted.

After I had finished playing, I went for coffee with my family and friends. Just as I sat down I noticed the same little girl coming over. She had drawn this picture. My heart melted. She gave me the biggest hug, and later came over with the CD. I signed it and she gave me another hug; what a wonderful moment.

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Waiting to play #2

The transformation of Newton Abbot is in full swing. It could be a noisy one today – I’m waiting to see. Not that there’s a thing I can do about it. I’m here and unless they are literally demolishing stuff today I’ll see how it goes.

It was a struggle to get here today, mind you, early starts on Tuesdays always are; I work late teaching on a Monday and I’m rarely asleep before midnight. So anyway, while I wait and see, I’ve managed to get the costume items for the little ones school play (hurrah!) and some more hair grips. Seriously, that’s the business to be in, I must get through hundreds every year-where do they go!?

Town in filing up with people, men talking about football…. was there a game last night? 😂😂

busking, street life

Waiting to play #1

I’m in Totnes today, I’ve had possibly the best decaf flat white from Seeds 2. I’ve gone off buying coffee out as often they’re a bit disappointing; I make a flask usually but didn’t today.

Anyway, following a rather lovely weekend surfing with my daughter and my pals I’ve been watching surfing videos YouTube. Now I know what I’ve been doing wrong!

It’s still early and it’s looking to be another glorious day. People are gradually making their way into town and gentle hubbub is growing. I don’t come here very often. I have fond memories of my time at Dartington, although I imagine it’s very different now that the college has moved.

Anyway I’d better get some sunscreen as I can’t find mine….