Sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men go awry when Covid comes to town. Bit of a surge here in Campbeltown this last week. Which is why I sadly had to cancel the upcoming Homesong at our house.

And now no big pot of curry being made. No heightened anticipation. No wondering anxiously how many people would turn up on the night. No welcoming the performers, sometimes strangers, in this case friends. No waffling an introduction. No sitting down with a smile and a glass of wine as the first song is sung. No proffering the Busking Box at half time and pointing everyone towards the kitchen for a bowl of the aforementioned curry.

No sense of well being, as the warmth and the creative surprises of the music mingle with the wine and a general spirit of friendship, and produce the miraculous inner certainty that, despite everything, Life Is Good.

A Homesong has always been a little bit different from other musical happenings. Something to experience.

And something to be missed.