Guitars and Potatoes

This doesn't have very much to do with the defined subject matter of my blog...but if I don't put it in here I may forget it.

Yesterday I was walking back from the city centre toward the Cathedral and was just coming through Abbeygate street, when I passed a curious individual. He was an old man with grey hair wearing a red hat and his face was tanned in a weatherbeaten way - the face of someone who's spent most of his life out-of-doors. He was wheeling an old bike along the narrow footpath and looked like one of your typical free spirit, 'I've spent my life on the road' musicians. In his left hand he carried a simple guitar and because of the drizzling rain and the generally horrible weather conditions he had the body of it wrapped in (this is the best bit) an old potato bag. An empty, old, potato bag. When I saw that I knew that here was your genuine article. If I had a camera I would have taken a picture. If I didn't have to go and sit at a table for Societies Day I might even have followed him and found out if he was going to play anywhere. Music from a guitar that lives in an old potato bag must be something special.