Light

In the afternoon I got a train across to Fife for a wee excursion to Crail. The folk club had had to move along the road to the Kirk hall for the evening due to some local double booking issue, but it was a splendid night featuring the legendary Wizz Jones. He was splendid as ever, even though suffering from some tendonitis in his picking hand. I managed to do one song accompanied by the banjo and didn't do too badly.

Afterwards we were both accomodated by T and I in their usual hospitable fashion, enjoying a glass of wine and a blether about old times before sleeping soundly.

There was still a little sunlight slanting across their garden when I arrived about 17:15 - hey, the days should start getting longer from Tuesday onwards!