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Singing in bath

I'm down in Bath staying with some old friends -old as having known them for a long time rather then them being old although we are all quite old nowadays.  I wrote last year about coming to see them when they had just completed building work which made a very lovely space, an extension into the garden and it's nice to come back a year on and see how the room is develop into a really comfortable living area. They still have their two dogs who are in spite of old age completely bonkers and total exhibitionists.

It's been a very busy weekend it was my friend's birthday and to celebrate we went out for dinner with some of her friends a very enjoyable evening fueled by by wine and good food very interesting conversation covering every topic you could possibly imagine.  On the Sunday we went to Cooper Hall, Frome to see a band made up of three different acts doing both their own thing and working collaboratively to produce amazing vocal harmonies. The event was an all women ensemble working together to celebrate internationa womens day.  The line up consisted of Grace Petrie who is a protest singer who is very talented with fiesty lyrics and her extremley enthusiastic presentation.  There was a trio of women known as Lady Maisery who had lovely voices and accompanied themselves with an accordion, fiddle and a harp and then there were two women from Huddersfield called O'Hooley and Tidow who had stunning voices that worked beautifully in harmony and they sang songs about the cleckhuddersfax area including one about Shibden Hall which is a favourite place of mine to visit. Itwas a clever mix of traditional and contemporary folk music.  I'm not really a folk fan but this lot were fabulous.  collectively the group of women are known as Coven they are all great as individual acts and work reall well collaboratively, it was an extremely enjoyable afternoon a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon


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