one great potter...off to meet another.

Here is a lovely photo of Twa Craws Feet looking great in London town. Off to meet GrYson and Alan measles.
Braw it was too.
I think it would be a greAt meeting of minds.
And great chat.

Donald found us some lovely music in the evening. Two folk singers, one from second and one from Tennessee. She had a voice like honey made from citrus trees.
Yum
the stillness and red wine after the frenetic drive and capital madness was just the right thing.
Then we happened upon some Californian bearded bluegrass boys. Back to frenetic madness! But great.
It's been too long since I've been to some live tunes. Why is it sometimes you miss something when its gone and other things you only realise how much you miss when you revisit it?