Shack Session

If ever there was a week when the Shack was needed, this was it.

It’s been a long week, folks. I retired to the cosy environs of our beloved Shack a bit early on Tuesday with the bodhran and baby guitar. It wasn’t long before the sheriff, ze germanz, CB and even hardy stuck the head in. It was boisterous night, as if we were all hungry for the tunes.

Contrary to my usual inclination, I’m sticking up an addled version of waiting for that day, a song I haven’t sung in ages.