Last Friday Pat and I went to Liverpool for a short break and to see a Neil Diamond tribute act.Well we waved our arms and joined in the chorus like good uns and really enjoyed the time spent,not to mention the bar. Next day we had time to get a bit of retail.therapy before setting off back.home. I really love the exprience of meeting Liverpudlians some of the freindliest people on earth .We listened to a free gig by Intercity Blues Band for half an hour great foottapping head nodding tunes. Then walking on about a hundred yards we heard.a street musician singing Run.by Snow Patrol .So again we sat and enjoyed some fine singing and guitar playing by a young, tall, handsome,talented Irish lad. Jealous mois !!!. It was then.I first saw George dancing. The dance was of his own invention and at times missed the beat. He danced alone in an area infront of our entertainer, and waited patiently berween.songs. The young Irish man said that wheneve he busked in.Liverpool George would appear rain or shine . He was the best dancer in.town the singer told us all. There were a minority who looked mockingly at George has he danced on regardless. Most like Pat and me smiled in.the knowledge that he danced for the pure love of it and nothing anyone might think would change that.
On the Sunday morning I took.two of our dogs high up on the moors.I used to be able to walk there but its by car nowadays for a gentle stroll. A young couple strode past us with instrument cases on their backs. They stopped a short distance from me and , sitting on some rocks unpacked a guitar and fiddle which they began to play. The sky was heavy with clouds and the music they made fed off the atmosphere and got under my skin, so I danced, more of a shuffle really. This ones for you George I thought . The dogs liked it and so did I