The Backhill Wurlitzer Conspiracy

Another run today. Slow and steady. The stiffness and ache in the left knee ease off after a mile or so, and my heart rate today stayed down until the last half mile - so improving already.

There are many great things about living in a Bedfordshire village (and some less great ones, but let's not go there) - like being able to run without pounding pavements and without having to inhale car fumes all the time.

Today, however, I came across a brand new and totally unexpected one - musical accompaniment. Coming back down the Slade from the farm, and puzzling as I always do what made this path so important that at some distant time someone decided it was worth building a brick base to it, I reached the houses at the bottom. The first thing you come to is a large shed/small barn behind a hedge. Nondescript and normally silent.

Except this morning, there was a full-blown wurlitzer tune emanating from it. At least, that's what I took it for, not being an expert in the fairground music genre. Is this some secret gathering of the Fairground Illuminati? a Wurlitzer World Council?

Or perhaps a late Bedfordshire entry into Fairground Idol?

2.5 miles run - 1074 miles to go.

Posted by Tony Quinlan