Diary Of A Busker Day 301 Friday November 2nd Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis, Time: 3:23-4:40pm).
As I’m setting up, local artist Andrew Rutter (also draughtsman/old shop sign maker and saviour of many nice, original high street features) stops by with a sad tale. A while back, he’d met an old lady who lived nearby in St. Thomas Street and she said she’d always wanted a drawing or painting of the view of her street from her house. Andrew says, “I’d already done one from the other view, from the opposite end of the street, looking towards her place, so I said I would do one for her – of her view, but I left it for a bit. Anyway, I had her number but whenever I phoned up, no one answered, so I went ’round to her house and there was someone else there – they said she’d died. Very sad.”
It’s pretty cold but I manage to get through an hour and a bit before I can’t feel the ends of my fingers. Actually, I couldn’t feel them half an hour before but carried on…to the bitter(ly cold) end.