Thursday, November 03, 2005


It's blowing a gale here in Devon, the autumnal winds seem to know the appropriate time to arrive and have stripped the trees of their leaves, perhaps even before they are quite ready to go...

More ferocious rain too, which has been pleasantly rattling our skylights, and generally providing plentiful water, which is a good thing. Although when the stream not twenty metres from the house started to burst its banks, I ventured into the torrential to the spate, wellies ankle-deep in water trying to convince myself that the house isn't below stream level...

Went to the local promontorial village t'other night to see some local music. Peter Bruntnell, a Mortehoeian, played a rocking alt-country set with spellbinding guitar from James Walbourne, wow. A impressive set of songs from Pete, and they finished on a Gorky's-esque droney jam, which was good.
Also Jim Jones of Small Town Mentality played some beautiful, melodic acoustic tunes. Oh how superb it is to go and see some top music in your local.
Vague plans for a regular acousticky-openmic type thing in the pub were hatched, which would be great...A pint or two and everyone playing songs on a dark windy eve in the cosy environs of your local tavern. ahhh, reminds me of Edinburgh days...

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