One of my oldest friends, Bob, drove up from Essex to spend a day with Linda and me. Bob and I met at college in 1970, quickly discovering a common interest in folk music, lunchtime drinking and herbal tobacco! Together with a couple of fellow students, Anneka and John, we formed a folk group which we called 'Culverin'. We played at pubs, clubs and even an open air concert, and, it's fair to say, acquired a reasonable following. (We even made a reunion CD a few years ago!)
Bob and I were members of the 'Greate Rebellion Society', an English Civil War re-enactment group that traveled all over the country fighting battles and staging scripted events such as 'the Trial of Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford'. All good fun!
As happens, despite being incredibly close mates, we rarely met after I moved to Norfolk, but have remained in touch: it was wonderful to spend time together yesterday.
Meet on the Ledge? It's the title of a song by Fairport Convention that meant a lot to us in the seventies and, probably, even more now...
We used to say, that come the day
We'd all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long
The way is up, along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends who tried
Were blown off this mountain by the wind...
Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up
I'm gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again...
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