but the sun don't come...
it is classic british bbq weather
the damp grey drizzle is almost unremitting
but at least the british are used to it
the turnout for the fundraiser is good
and people are undeterred
huddling in groups undercover
munching their way cheerfully
through plates of tasty vegan grub
burgers
couscous n green salads
cakes n muffins
soya milk tea
ah! such inclusiveness!
some even venture out into the drizzle
to check out the lovely community garden
allotments bursting with organic veg
the small orchard
the woodland area with a pond and bee hives
the shipwreck play area for kids
built out of cob and woven saplings
meanwhile in a little marquee beside the bbq
replete with midge bites
from the previous evening's rehearsal
and nursing a sore throat
fireseed provides the music
with no sense of irony whatsoever
proceedings start with 'sunny afternoon' by the kinks
'singing in the rain' would be more appropriate
i mix it up a bit
a few relatively familiar covers
('i'm only sleeping', 'america', 'high & dry')
alongside a few slightly more obscure ones
(the church and jack frost)
i debut the new 'all seeing i' songs
which lend themselves well to an unplugged rendering
despite bum notes aplenty
i get a positive reaction from the punters
and am plied with food by the organisers
while i do my thang
mrs f and hannah make some new friends
among the transition city brum crowd
and even get to explore the gardens
once the rain lets up a bit
a good time is had by all
garden gnome
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