MAGICAL EVENING

The car, filled with friends, set off to enjoy a musical evening.

We negotiated our way through inclement weather to Bookham.

Anticipating good food and what we knew would be good music.

Threading our way down the ancient high street past parked cars to the old pub.

It appeared out of the rain and dark, packed with what we hoped were music lovers.

A table was kindly reserved for us and I was able to tuck myself against a wall and a loudspeaker, which did not distract at all.

The bad news was that it was a pub with no food. We had had a sparse lunch to make room for a big meal.

Nibbles had to suffice to dampen down any non-musical gastric grumbles.

Greetings all around, setting up and tuning noises began, cables draped or kicked out of the way to avoid tripping as the music started to play.

We heard tunes from the past: The Beatles’ repertoire, some never heard before, played by talented musicians of today.

My feet started gentle tapping, hands clapping, voice tempted into quiet song.

Which I stopped when I saw the lead guitarist’s eyes closed, head to one side, listening for discordant notes.

I was enchanted, taken back to more youthful times, when dancing would have started, but not today.

All too soon, it was time to leave the songs and wonderful music of George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Bob Dylan, played by Richard Wright, Amie, Collin…

Hoping there will be other magical evenings when they are down our way.

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