Exactly a year ago to the day, we found ourselves on a Sunday tea shop tour of Bishop’s Castle (see the-final-digest-or-the-last-post) taking in the Yarborough House and Poppy House establishments in a valiant attempt to stave off the boredom and ennui of a Shropshire sabbath while between concerts. Guess what? 365 days later we find ourselves doing exactly the same thing. And with the amount of food we’re being forced to ingest it won’t just be a case of history repeating itself. All this on top of a gargantuan cooked breakfast courtesey of the kindly Dilys and Cliff, whose Whitchurch B&B is graced with many a personal touch. Here’s a picture of the hallway:
As we’ve been commuting from home for the majority of gigs on this tour (not a single Travelodge this time round, which must be a first, praise be) we’ve had less opportunity than usual to dine out, although it seems that today we are making up for it. We’ve managed couple of decent pub meals, at The Lamb in Eastbourne and The Black Bear in Whitchurch, but surely the highlight must be Tutu’s Ethiopian Table at The Global Cafe in Reading, an amazing buffet of lentil and other vegetable dishes and spiced beef, served on traditional injera pancakes, and washed down with delicious Ethiopian beer. Going to work afterwards at South Street Arts was quite a struggle; that we were seated for the concert was a blessing all round.
Tonight we have a veggie chilli, as stipulated by our contract, to look forward to (as does the audience). Tomorrow, a return visit to a curry house in Mansfield. Thence home for rest, recuperation, and a crash diet.