Traditional Music
About a week and a half ago, England tried to redeem itself and it was somewhat successful. It started on a Thursday night at the Rod and Line pub in Landrake, west of our cottage compound. The whole ed tech faculty and Jean Pierre (JP) who is an international teacher from France but who assists the program director, went out this pub because JP thought it to be great. Their main dishes were crab or prawns – we all chose crab and 3 huge woks full of crab showed up at our table. We all dug in with all 10 fingers each.
Perhaps better than they hearty sea-bed meal was the entertainment. The owner seemed to be already drunk when we arrived around 6pm. Later on, a group of traditional musicians came in and set up camp right next to our large table. There were men and women, mostly later on in their years, some appeared to be siblings, all were drinking a pint or well drink. They were making sweet music and I was cursing myself that I did not have my digital voice recorder with me!!! Brandon also did not bring his camera but Leigh had brought hers (we all have generally the same camera) so shots were taken.
The evening ended way earlier than I wanted it to. I almost wanted to drive right back after our carpool ended at our cottages but alas, work the next day overshadowed my intent on experiencing the English experience. So I went to bed to get my 6 hours’ sleep. Did I mention that this program is absolutely draining the life out of me?