So, a couple of weeks ago I went to a Filk Convention in Norwich - that's Science Fiction folk music - and I had an absolutely awesome time. So awesome that I've already signed up for next year.
It reminded me that I could have something like that on my doorstep every week.
I used to get a lift to the Basky every Wednesday evening for the acoustic sessions there. Like the filkers, they operate on the system of going round the circle, with each performer doing one song at a time.
Then Covid happened, and Brian, who was giving me the lifts, stopped going.
I could have arranged another lift, but I was getting very tired on Wednesday evenings, so I let it slide.
This week happened to be the 12th anniversary of the session starting up there, and since I had so much fun at the convention, I decided to get a lift organised.
It was wonderful. I was welcomed back with open arms, and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
There were some familiar faces, and some new ones - one lady had brought a harp - and a flute, and a recorder. Another chap was playing the hammered dulcimer. There was a lady singing with a guitar - Leonard Cohen songs, and that sort of genre. I was sitting between Peter and Briar, with Rob and his son Joe across the table with Bob and Ellie. Several visitors stopped to listen, too - I saw one couple who were staying at the hotel this morning, and they said they'd had a wonderful time.
There was also home made lemon drizzle cake, which was delicious, and Lidl's best fake Ferraro Rocher chocolates.
I've already organised my lift for next week.