The morning was horribly wet, making pretty patterns with oil leaks (this is sooc, no fartnarkling)
There was every chance that our planned six mile walk from Priory Country Park to Danish Camp and back would be converted into a pub session because of rain, but happily the rain held off and we walked in glorious weather. At almost the turning point, a wildlife enthusiast pointed out these flowers (extra), whose name I do not recall but we were told that they are rare, so I hope that ceridwen can enlighten us. I was better at spotting well-camouflaged baby bunnies.
In the evening two of us went to see a muscian perform at a local pub I haven't tried before. We have seen this musician perform at the annual David Bowie jam, and he's extremely good. He plays cover songs under the name Proxy Music (how clever) Real name Simon Gutteridge. I'd heard tales of the Wellington Arms, but had never been brave enough to walk in alone, which is unlike me, I can walk into most pubs unaccompanied. The Welly turns out to be fantastically pubilicious, all mis-matched bare wood, rare empty beer bottles lined up on dusty shelves, a sign on the piano “Do not sit on the piano, use a seat ffs!” and six-nations woolly hats on the hand-pull pumps. Only craft ales, craft ciders and some classic Europeans (Amstel, Moretti, Staropramen) CAMRA Heaven!
I spotted members of Duzzy Avocado in the congregation and approached one with pink hair to ask her about a certain car I'd spotted at the top of my road. She roared with laughter and shared with her flatmate the fact that I had correctly matched owner to car.
Simon was joined onstage by a harmonica player who had seven harmonicas in a case as well as a specialist harmonica-players microphone. It had never occurred to me that each harmonica is in a different key (extra 2 – only six visible because the 7th is in use)