Occasionally, doing this whole independent music thing, you suddenly find yourself in a hundred-acre wood in Oxfordshire watching the butterflies swizzle around your head whilst doing vocal warm-ups off in the trees. Standard.

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This was Sofar Oxford’s voyage into the countryside, and the setting was superb. A well-groomed and permissive crowd turned out to watch as I played a few songs in a lovingly-constructed marquee some distance down a winding, green trail from what swiftly became the main event for me: a huge bonfire, near which an absurd quantity of the nicest sausages ever were being grilled. It turned out that they were nice because they were made of venison from the very same woods, shot two days earlier. One of the best things I’ve ever eaten – plus a range of splendid cakes to clear the palate – now that’s how I like to get paid (note to booking agents reading this: I also accept money).

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The other bands were great fun and the vibe was tremendous. Doing music like this is often peaks and troughs, but it certainly puts you in the way of fun with pleasing persistency. Thanks to everyone who came, and most of all to our hosts (especially the chefs)…

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