A beginning.

Well, what is this blog about?

I'm a harper from Edinburgh, and I want to run away. With my harp. SO I SHALL!

This is a wee documenty thing to ... document ... my travels around the UK. Mostly for my entertainment and memory (long live google-cache!) but also to soothe the aching hearts of those who fret for my random wanderings across the earth. With an instrument bigger than me.

Let me tell you about myself!
I'm Sam. Nice to meet you. I play the Clarsach, mainly, a Scottish-Harp (about 4ft tall, 7 pounds, but becomes very tedious to carry) which is beautiful but very weather-dependent. I am, however, more risky than I should be, because, well, it's me.

I love commas.
I love rules.

The rules


Take a seat, phone a loved one. These rules are binding.

1) If I don't make the money (through busking) then I don't have the money. (Obviously in exceptional circumstances I will, but they have to be more exceptional than sleeping rough and not eating.) Down & out in Paris & London, baby!

2) I'm starting in Cheltenham, because, well, I want to see the motherparental  before I embark on ridiculosity.

3) I may not have planned much/any of this. It will only add to the hilarity.


So, here it is. My bizarre month roaming the country with a harp.
Godspeed!