Dear Liam and Francesca,
Today we played our music in Barry, just a bit further up the coast. It was raining cats and dogs when we arrived in Barry and we thought we might have to cancel the concert, but by the time we were all ready it stopped raining.
This was at their first Barry Street Festival. We played outside the Town Hall in a square. To start things off, we marched up the street and then played a couple of numbers at the end of the road. Grandma was pulling the little trolley with the amplifier on it. She was quite busy as Kath and I had to swap instruments for different numbers and Grandma had to hold our spare instruments for us while we were playing. Kath played the salpinx quite a lot of the time.
We then marched back to the Town Square and played for twenty minutes there. Then we had a rest while another group played just up the road. After that we played twice more, just for twenty minutes. It was good that they’d put up a gazebo for us on the square as it rained really heavily between two of our sets and we’d left the instruments there.
Quite a lot of people came up to us and said how they’d enjoyed our playing as they didn’t get music there very often. I don’t think many had heard our kind of music before. Two young girls came up and talked to us after the second set, one was eight and one ten, you’ll never guess who they reminded me of!
We’d worried about the weather when we arrived but we didn’t have to. Every time we were due to play, it stopped raining and the sun came out. I think that everyone enjoyed the gig.
After we’d finished playing, we drove over to Barry Island to eat and Grandma remembered it well. Do you know that, when I did my PhD, we spent our holidays travelling all over Europe so that I could look at instruments. We did that for several years and, when I’d finished, we asked your Daddy and his brother where they wanted to go for our holiday and they said to a holiday camp. So, guess where we went. We went to Butlins at Barry Island.
We took Grandma and Grandad and your cousin, Joanne with us and I think that our two dear boys had a really good time. It was at the time of a kind of music called ‘Disco’ and we heard nothing else for a week. It was around the time of the movie called ‘Grease’. They did all sorts of different things and quite a lot of swimming. It was a long, long time ago but we can still remember it. Perhaps one day, if you ever read this, you can ask your Daddy if he remembers it too.
We’re back home now and pretty tired so we’re off to bed. Hope you’re both tucked up safely in bed,
Night, night and lots and lots of love from,
Grandma and Grandad xxxx