Busking Diaries

Busking Diaries – Brighton

On Saturday, my ukulele and I went to Brighton for the day. I hadn’t busked there in at least a year (probably longer), and I’d never done it with a ukulele. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it went OK.

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One of those days that feels like a novel

It’s Monday morning. I wake up to the sound of seagulls screeching outside the window, sun straining through the blind.

I work for a bit, perched on the edge of the single bed in the hotel room with a bright pink laptop on my knee and my feet resting on the chair opposite, tapping out replies to emails and deciding on my Out Of Office message.

By 10am I’m on a bus through the countryside, familiar places passing by the window, invoking memories that have lain dormant since I last returned almost three years ago.

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