It is Classic Yacht week.
I did a busk and then a second set, had a great crowd and a record number of notes in my ukulele case. The police drove passed several times so we thought, great, no problem. It seems they were waiting until we had finished to tell us that amplification was not permitted. Dad says they were afraid my audience might set upon them.
A lovely lady called Cecile from a shop/art gallery opposite asked if I would like to play in her gallery space on the sea front the next night, there would be a pianist playing also. Dad said I could but only if I have a siesta before as it was to be a late night show. I left my amp and stuff with her so I could ride in the cycle buggy back to the van.