what a great 24hrs…Ian McCullough at Gloucester Guildhall…we were in the front row. Stripped down Bunnymen greats, covers and solo lovelies. It was amazing….until he just got up and left! Rubbish ending, sadly. Yesterday was a year since my father died and McCullough played songs that were so relevant eg Rust that I was crying (in a good way). I’ll remember that rather than his swift exit.
Up early to get my hair done, bliss.
Lovely lunch with my boys in the sunshine and then a trip to Shipton Quilters Exhibition where Little One tried to crawl to the end of the world, or the gardens at least.
Now there’s a juxtaposition of events you dont normally get in a 24 hour period, I’ll bet.