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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.

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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 ….

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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? 😂😂

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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….

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Soooo childish!!!

So the council installed a bike rack a while ago right on a busking pitch. Now call me paranoid but I think maybe it was in a bid to stop bands busking since there’s a perfectly good bike rack 5 feet away… Luckily for me I take up very little space.

So anyway, today I cane over all childish.,, check out my bike lock!!! 😂😂😂😂. Oh it’s the small things that make me laugh!

Anyway, I really enjoyed busking today. I learned that despite it being really windy, SSE winds are ok. Everyone was really lovely…no nasty ole trolls climbing out from under their bridges today… Yey!

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Sound of silence

Yesterday I was busking in Sidmouth. The hottest bank holiday ever and I have the comedy tan (burn) to prove it! I camped overnight in my van to make sure I was there early. In busking the early bird catches the worm in many places. I’ve heard that in Dublin all the pitches are decided by 7 am for the whole day and it can be like that in Bath too.

So that’s why I was dragging my stuff out of the van like a loony at stupid o clock, still in my onesie …..Well if you’ve ever got up early to get to a pitch only to be beaten by a nano second by someone else, getting changed seems a bit of a frippery! Then I waited…… and waited….. and waited……

Finally enough people were around and I started to play. I really enjoyed it. I tried out a few new songs including the mighty Sound of Silence. I love that whole album but until now I’ve shy’d away from it what with them being absolute legends at the whole singing and guitar thing! It went ok and I even got a bit emotional towards the end partly out of relief, partly reverence. I’m working on The Only Living Boy In New York at the moment. Not today though as the heat and the remains of my cold mean my voice sounds like a crackly old 78 today.

Boy was it hot! The guitar would not stay in tune even for a song which meant deciding which strings were still in tune and only playing those. Sometimes none of the strings were in tune which meant I cutting the song short. I think the battery inside the guitar got cooked as it was new but towards the end the guitar started sounding really strange and was remedied by a new one. And then finally some thing made an ominous creaking/twanging sound which means I’ll be taking the guitar into Mansons for some much needed tlc.

That’s what I’m doing today. I’m chilling out in our woods, watching a fire, listening to the birds… the feathered variety.