A long held wish of mine to play at Festival at the Edge… held on the ancient Silurian reef that forms Wenlock Edge, running from Ironbridge unbroken to Craven Arms – a blue remembered hill that has defined my life. And the time is kind – cerulean sky, friendly sun, moon waxing brighter each night, flower scent in the air…
Turned out a lovely weekend …. afternoon gig yesterday in golden sunlight playing a Victorian pump harmonium and an appalachian tenor guitar – orchids in the hedgerows and the thin limestone turf freshly mown. As the night cooled played a cider and apricot wine-fuelled session in the bar with a host of great singers and players. We passed the songs and tunes through our fire, to renew them x
