Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Jazz in a mist ...

I found it hard to take a photo that would convey the essential madness of this evening. Having been too busy singing at our own gig in the afternoon to take photos, I thought I'd manage something from an evening spent listening to jazz in the Benmore Gallery, but I feel I've failed. However, this one at least shows the interior of the gallery, full of people round small tables; the white tent housing the overspill audience and the green tent housing the barbecue area where the local deer stalker, Winston Churchill, was cooking his burgers and steaks and where there was a steady stream of customers all evening. The tents are in the cobbled courtyard; beyond you can just see the hills overlooking the gardens, shrouded in mist and the rain that fell steadily for the first half of the evening.

By the time we left it was dry. It was also pitch dark - and our car was on the far side of the gardens. Our way was lit by flaming torches on poles; we picked our way between them with the noise of the water dripping from the trees sounding strangely loud in the darkness. 

A very Argyll sort of evening - and a very enjoyable one.

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