So any road.. We went to Haxey.

Whilst we didn't use the main bar, a small but comfy room (sans door) where the darts are played provided a nice arena for a few of us. A few more in and we'd have been buggered.

In short, whilst the pub is normally fairly empty on a Wednesday the motel had a load of lads up for a few days fishing & drinking so it was a wee bit noisy. The gaffer reckoned it was a one off so we wil be back in two weeks time.

So.. Mike kicked off with some good blues. Matthew made a welcome return with some of his own songs and a rather good Spancil Hill, together with a Stranglers cover. Chris brought the family over to make up numbers and gave us a couple of songs before having to go. (If I took my missus out for birthday meal and "happened" to end up at a folk club, I know the reaction I'd get..). Albert was on form and his new guitar (router special as it is referred to by those in the know) was left curled up with a Horlicks whilst he brought the one I like best from his sales stock, but don't tell him. The Rookery brought his new bridge pins, presently attacked to a rather good sounding Yamaha, and ignored it to play a uke all night. Talking of ukes, Jim drowned out the laughing domino rattling juke box feeding telly watching fishermen next door with his powerful melodic voice and yours truly brought up the rear, nicking other people's guitars despite one at my side and another in the car.

Yeah. Inauspicious start but who knows? When we get the Mowbray back, if we do, we might look at alternating Wednesdays. An Isle club as it were...