Spoons

I Stopped to chat with this wonderful guy today on Wells high street. He was playing spoons to Django Reinhardt, played through a little battery operated speaker from an ancient looking mobile phone. He said that he travelled all over - had come down recently from Worcester via various towns, spending a couple of days in each, sleeping outdoors, busking for tobacco and sustenance. Off to Bath next. He had some extra spoons, and taught me some technique, and we played together for a while.he said he didn’t earn much, but enough, and sleeping rough got pretty cold at times. But he was a cheerful and satisfied soul.