HIDDEN GEMS

So there I was, doing two short identical gigs with two hours in between, stuck without transport in the uninspiring Hunterhill housing scheme. Nowwhere to sit but some dubious concrete steps. No shelter from the midday sun. Time to be mindful, so off I wandered around noting cracks in the pavement and dandelion clocks (as you do) when all at once I spotted this gem at the far end of a grotty piece of waste ground. It has an interesing history too.

THINGS TO BE GRATEFUL FOR:

Kind and forgiving audiences
My personal chauffeur (AKA the Professor)
Meeting unexpectedly with old pals.