We often hear tales about how small our world is, and every now and then, I have experiences that would suggest this to be true. You can log off now if you don’t want to hear any more of these tales, as I am about to recount just such a tale.
As a fairly recent blogger (2009) you could describe my sphere of influence and readership as small (holding fore finger and thumb together and pressing really hard), yet even in this microcosm of life, I have managed to find connections that, quite frankly, boggle my aging brain.
It all started back in April when I took a trip back to the UK to visit family and friends. Quite by chance, a friend who was also visiting her mother had just been up to a village on the Northumbrian coast called Low Newton, and noticed that there was a “ Northumbrian music session” planned for Monday night at the Ship Inn. She called me to see if I was interested to go. Are the Kennedy’s gun shy?
What has this got to do with blogging, I hear you murmur. Well, the pub we played at is owned by the mother of a lady whose blog I follow, called “Calamity, Kids and other stuff”. You might have read her blog. If not, you should. Not only that, but ExmoorJane’s blog (another great read) recently described going to the same pub while up there on vacation with her family.
Let me put this in context.