I was back at The Gather in Tarbert last night. I even got a cheer when I walked through the door. They were worried that, although there were a few poets and story tellers, there was not going to be any music, until I turned up.

Hey, I’ll take desperate cheers any day of the week!

Anyway, it turns out that I wasn’t the only musician there. Carlos from Chile was in the house. He borrowed my guitar and blew us away with his fantastic playing and passionate singing.

I joked at the start of my final set that my guitar would be dreaming of Carlos that night.

Turns out it was worse than I thought. I woke up this morning to find that the familiar warm curves of Taylor were not lying there beside as would be normal on a Saturday morning.

After a little bit of research I discovered that the little devil has run away with that silver fingered Latin American troubadour!

Honestly, I was really trying to play her better.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love again.

ps. (Just for the record, no, Carlos didn’t steal my guitar. Parts of this story are made up).