The Jurassic Park Bus Stop

Nearby is a bus stop. The village has proudly decorated it with tubs each side planted with the biggest pampas grass I have ever seen. It dwarfs the bus stop giving it a nick-name in our house. I passed it yesterday en route to Towneley. I was asked (with a big grin) whether I was covered with tarpaulin each winter and dusted down, ready for the Festival! I am so proud to have been asked back every year since it started. People always want to tell me where they’ve heard a harp before and I listened with some amusement to the tale of a harp player who was a ‘legend’ in Haworth. Apparently she was playing in the Black Bull one Easter Sunday when there was a bit of trouble and the Landlord threw out everyone except 5 men. One of them wore a black leather kilt and they all looked a bit scruffy. They asked her if she would carry on playing and could they jam with her. They played for nearly two hours with guitars and a tin whistle alongside the harp, and the Landlord let a few people in through the back and they stood silently, spellbound, listening to the amazing music. Finally the harp player stood up to leave, thanked the musicians and was amazed that the landlord still paid her the agreed £25. As one of the men held the door open for her he looked puzzled. ‘Don’t you know who we are?’ he said ‘we heard you last night and came specially to hear you again, we are Guns and Roses, the full line-up’. I had to get home for the babysitter you see but I think I managed to babble something like ‘how nice’ …

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