Winter has finally shown herself. We had some lovely warm weather all the way up until Monday night when there was a sudden turn in the air – a crispness that wasn’t there the day before.
Maybe it was the chill, maybe it was the rain, but the Shack was fairly quiet even though I arrived later than usual.
Ze germanz were there chatting with friends when I arrived and, within a few minutes, the sheriff, pads and a couple of friends joined us around the table. The novelty of the evening was a ukulele I plucked from the wall at the front of the pub. While I’ve no idea how it should be tuned, I managed to get it to imitate a guitar tuning and pads got to jamming straight away (pictured left).
I had battery problems with my recorder, so I was only able to capture this song from the sheriff and then this little drink-saturated bit from the end of the evening.
As for myself, I was so knackered from the weekend and my Monday at the paper that I almost fell asleep over my mandolin. Thinking it the better part of the valour, I took ze germanz up on their offer for an early lift home.