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. 😳😱😳😱

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….

busking, street life

Good times

I dashed out of town, hot footing it with my trolley (no mean feat!) and had 10 minutes to spare … sitting outside of the school in the glorious shade and cool of my van playing my guitar. How many people can say that after work, they happily carry on with ‘work’ just because…. I’m so lucky to have the life I have.

It’s been so hot today (Yey!!) that I’ve needed to tune the guitar just about every song, and the little one needed sunscreen at school so I’ve ended up with a proper comedy suntan!

Anyway I’ve been working on The Smiths, Please please please let me get what I want. I’m playing it in D with the capo on the second unlike the original … we’ll see, I might yet change my mind, Key of D chords suit my guitar better somehow… anyhow here is a slightly out of tune snippet of my pre-school-pick-up noodlings….