Day 2663

Day 2663 Wednesday March 4th 2026 Winchester The front brake of the bike is acting up – the wheel is squeaking and there’s a delay in the release of the brake, which is doing my head in so on coming into town I dropped it off at the bike shop around the corner from Sainsbury’s. It was a bad idea… Read more →

Day 2662

Day 2662 Monday March 2nd 2026 Winchester Shock, horror, what’s this? The Buttercross is surrounded by scafolding – it’s even blocking off the alley so you have to go on a side street to get to The Square, and it’s extended a few feet into the high street so you can’t really set up. That’ll piss Rob off in a… Read more →

Day 2661

Day 2661 Wednesday February 25th 2026 Winchester A warm sunny day – the first one of the year!…and I’m out again with the 12-string, second day on the trot. Those two Chinese girls who were in The Square recently have nabbed the top spot. Makes a change from the usual guitar-wielding suspects (Rob, Dean…and me). I was down at Nando’s… Read more →

Day 2660

Day 2660 Tuesday February 24th 2026 Winchester Out again, and an almost mild and sunny day. And I’ve got the Faith 12-string with me, which I haven’t played out here for months. Rob is at the top spot so it’s down the other end for me…and it’s refreshing to be playing the 12-string again. Some things sound great on it… Read more →

Day 2659

Day 2659 Monday February 23rd 2026 Winchester We’ve got a reprieve of a few rain-free days, allegedly. We’ll see about that! The top spot’s free…but it’s very windy and there’s nothing I can do about that. Fifteen minutes in, I hear an operatic voice somewhere down to the right, at the end of The Pentice, I’m assuming (because I can’t… Read more →

Day 2658

Day 2658 Saturday February 21st 2026 Winchester Out again in another rain break – and the first time out since the 9th, due to the Florence/Pisa cultural break. I revisited a few things last night on the Rickenbacker 12-string, in preparation for coming out today and it seemed fine so I wasn’t too worried about forgetting much. Gareth was holding… Read more →