I’m back home looking out at the landscape which has been transformed by snow, again. There is something magical about the first snow, and it brings something very useful at this dark time of year, light.
The shows last week in Denmark were strange, these were my last with Oysterband playing the Oysterband set, although there is the rest of a tour with the band and June Tabor yet to go. The strangeness comes from the fact that there is no real last gig. Which should it be? The last festival, the last UK show, the last band show, the last one with June? I have always regarded every show as the the last gig anyway, and tried to play it that way.
Having said that, there may be a few fans who were very conscious this was the last time, but I hope, while the music was playing, that they were just as caught up in it as I was.
I have been very touched by all the good wishes I have received from everybody and I know that many are sad that I am leaving. Thank you again for all that.