At first glance it could have been an open air concert on a balmy summer’s afternoon in the UK (if that’s not a contradiction in terms of course..) but on closer inspection I don’t think it would have been quite like this at home…

The group of six at the table in front of ours were talking loudly. No problem – the music hadn’t started yet. But then the musician (Graham Wardrop) was introduced, he tuned his guitar, said a few words and was playing his first number and our neighbours just carried on regardless. … At another table – and the small vineyard only boasted a few patio tables – people sat down and started unpacking their picnic basket. No-one complained that they hadn’t purchased food from the bar. A couple who asked to join our table only stayed a few minutes. I don’t think it was anything we said but they picked up their chairs and moved them to a long table ‘centre stage’ which looked as if it had been set up for ‘VIPs’!

Wardrop was a good guitarist. I particularly liked his James Taylor numbers and one of his own compositions called ‘The Café’. The table of six weren’t the only ones who didn’t seem to realise they were at a concert so we moved to sit on the lawn where the speakers drowned them out. We stayed all afternoon and really enjoyed it.