Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
Shivering With The Soldiery
by Russell Turner - 14:59 on 05 November 2017
The military are a hardy bunch, so when City Limits was booked to play at an apres ski-themed night at Fort George we should have known what to expect. The coldest night so far this year was not a good one for an open air gig, but we’re pros and soldiered on regardless.
Fortunately, the organisers had provided us with a small tent as a stage. This acted as a welcome windbreak, from inside which we could observe partygoers dressed in ski jackets, boots and hats – apart from the two dressed as snowmen. The dress code meant that it was OK for the band to wear coats and hats too. Even so, it’s as well that we were wanted to play for just 90 minutes as I don’t think my fingers would have operated for three hours.
The Fender wasn’t keen either, briefly cutting out on two occasions, probably because of damp, one of them at the start of Sweet Child when the bass plays the opening twiddly bit. No-one seemed to notice apart from the rest of the band.
Our set started at 7.30, so we were finished, packed up, on the road and back in Inverness an hour before we’d usually start playing at Foxes. Home at The Rural Retreat, I made the most of the early finish with a Chinese to help me enjoy Strictly, which had recorded in my absence. Offensive aromas didn’t matter because Matchgirl’s back in Shetland. When the cat’s away…
Fort George
Marathon Update: I’ve been chastised (justifiably) by Cathy the Runner, who fears that by adding extras to my training programme I’m doing too much and am at risk of injuring muscles, tendons and bones still growing used to the increase in activity. It’s a gentle start for a reason, she rebukes me. So the rest of the couch to 5k schedule will be adhered to scrupulously. Just 167 days to go – I can’t afford to take any chances.
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