The FOMO was real. One weekend, two festivals (accidentally dividing more families than the Brexit vote). Each was set in a stunning U.K. park, each was offering an impressive slate of Country and Americana acts… and each started with the letter ‘B’. So, we drew straws - with no short straw really - and left... Continue Reading →
The Siren, The Pitch and The Wardrobe
I feel like, in hindsight, tonight will have been a big deal. At the risk of jinxing it, I predict my great-grandchildren* will be queuing overnight to get tickets for the Yola Carter farewell tour and I'll casually drop that I saw her back in 2016 playing in the back of a pub in a... Continue Reading →