Foot tapping

This young lass was playing banjo in a nine-piece band me and Roland chanced upon as we were making our way home from the city centre this afternoon. The city was pretty hell-ish but this band made things seem much more bearable with their foot-tapping cajun style.

It being Easter, I smiled to see that someone had chucked a couple of bars of chocolate into their suitcase, alongside the many coins and a few notes.

I've not seen them in Norwich before but I have a feeling they are passing through judging by the size of their backpacks piled up at the back of where they were playing.

It's freezing here today.