Sunday 28th August

Imagine sitting around a table, the late sun setting off to one side, with friends and drinking wine beer and water.  The temperature had been in the late thirties all day and it was just beginning to cool down.  The thirteenth Century church opposite is surrounded by recently acquired and improved old French houses.  We are in Allemans du Dropt, just one of the pretty villages around Eymet. There are a couple of speakers on stands and a clutch of microphones set up.  Off to one side is a large red converted single decker bus; the Bombay Busserie and they are busy completing orders, the smell of curry drifts over our table.  Terry Bradford hoists his Fender Stratocaster around his shoulders and steps up to the mike.  Jerry is already seated, recovering, he has his now trade mark black pork-pie hat on.  Sussie is standing to the side, her long Danish blond hair falling to one side as she glances at the mixing desk.  A couple of words of welcome from Terry and the band are off.  Gentle versions of songs we all know from the Sixties, Seventies and even a couple from the Eighties.  Each of the band take it in turns to sing; they all have excellent but different voices and their harmonies are great too.

Every so often we pop into the bar Lou Drot for more drinks, or someone’s curry arrives.  Lots of laughter and smiles all round.  The band invite a handful of guests up on stage; Chris, who is Jerry’s daughter sings a cracking rendition of ‘House of the Rising Sun’, Rob Russell does a couple of Elvis numbers, and Kenny Clark does his famous rendition (with alternative words) of ‘Honky Tonk Women’.  No, it doesn’t get much better than this.  Thanks everyone for another great night.