Gig of Sorts

One of Danielle's old work colleagues was retiring and, being a musician, he invited people to play at his farewell do. So Greg and I duly turned up, all seemed well set until the loop box seemed to fall out with Greg and refused to do what his shaking foot demanded. Result - our first song turned into a catastrophe. Eventually all was sorted and we did a blasting blues with a 20 year old bass player who stood in with us, "12 bar blues, G, OK?" "Of course". It was great in the end.

The photo is of York Station. There is something about the roof and the sunlight that produces a magical light. Can you spot Danielle in the shot?