This Sunday I was playing at Chatsworth House, the place is beautiful, but it was very very cold.
We were playing in a courtyard, surrounded on four sides by the old
stables. These had all been converted into various businesses -
restaurants, bookshop, garden ornament shop etc. In the middle was an
ornate fountain from which the horses would have drunk at in the past.
A solitary duck swam on this all day, plying its trade of scrounging
bread from tiny kids. The base of the fountain had formations of ice
which if they melted, never showed it as the ice must have re-formed.
Had to keep drinking hot coffee to keep warm but the ever changing
audience seemed appreciative. Must have been 150 to 200 there at any
one time, so with turnover would have been much more. This makes it all
worth while. That's what Banding is about, at it's best.