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Talgarth Mill - a delectable cafe with scary accoustics |
There’s a lone red kite flying down
the main street in Talgarth. Otherwise the town’s strangely empty. We’re here
for Mel’s Birthday Bash and, after being sneaked in the back door of CafĂ© Melin,
burst into a saxophany of Happy Birthday. Straight into Ain’t Misbehavin’, Summertime
and Careless Love to a bemused
audience – it’s a small space and we’re loud. Biggest applause is raised by our
duet of The Rose. Strange how captivating
the voice can be (even from two guys on the wrong side of 65).
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Also 'on the street': my latest book |
Sunday morning and a solo busk in lovely
Ludlow. Takes me a while to build up steam so when a passer by offers: “Do you
want this 20p or my lucky penny?” I opt for the penny.
Afterwards nip into Castle Bookshop to tell Stanton about my latest title, just out. He promises to order a copy. Where would we be without small, independent bookshops like these?