Handwriting

Signed editions of these, and also Wenlocks, Xyder & Zeeder and Han Andersen, if you're passing Foyles on Charing Cross Rd...

Glowing

Can anyone tell me why red is so vivid at twilight? Is it to do with its short wavelength, as when it disappears in deep water? Or ultraviolet?

It struck me particularly this evening, but maybe that is because there are more colours to be had back here in the big city.

Backwards

This is me blogging from the train, just for the novelty of it, and to see if I can use up my battery before I get round to sorting all these edits I did to the wrong manuscript document on the last train journey (there is a plug socket, but I'm hoping it is the train's fault that it doesn't work).

I can see big waves rolling in towards Berwick on my right. I have coffee, and a stack of music courtesy of Dolly May. The only downsides are that I'm traveling backwards and I'm still traveling towards London and presumably leaving the snow behind.

Those waves really are big, and misting up backwards with an off-shore wind.

Addis Berner Bear publication day

And I get snow to go with it.




And to sit by the fire with a fiddle and a guitar, working on the jig for the last page of Tree Soup.
Back to London tomorrow.

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I had the usual startlingly life affirming folksy time in the Southern Uplands for New year. I feel like most of what I thought and learned was about dancing, even though I didn't do much but play for others. I don't need to explain about that here do I?

Here I am practicing in a cold room with Leo, Pete and Laura:



Here on New Year's Eve, playing saw for Rick Booth and Dolly May Ryall (which I will likely be doing again somewhere in London later this month):



Again, joined by Fred Ryall:



Me and Pete and Leo and Laura (and in the first song; me singing in public for the first time ever):



This is Si and Rachel (who live in an incredible place at the foot of Tinto Hill incidentally) playing old French dance tunes for people who dance whether you tell them to or not:



Dolly May and Rick alone:



And just to cement your Wicker Man suspicions:

Hello

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I have lots of videos to post, put they aren't up yet. So here's one from earlier last year featuring Matthew and I playing lopsided and feedbackishly for a strange dinnery crowd. And trapeze.