Choir leader in a kayak. Daily adventures: Recent Episodes
Choir leader in a kayak
Daily 2 minute outdoor adventures of a choir leader. I’m a Singer, songwriter, kayaker, outdoor swimmer, lover of life, music & the outdoors. Come along with me and let’s see what we can create.
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Bunnies, ballerinas & beautiful singing. Preparing for precision and taking a leap of faith.
Making music colourful requires many skills. Thank you to the choir members for making such a wonderful sound. Proud.
What we see & what we hear might sound the same, but when we notate it, there’s definitely room for improvement
Have you Ever applied the 1% marginal gain theory? Maybe the kids have the right approach. Just one more?
Cable cars, missing your page turn, locked loos. The things we learn on choir tour can never be rehearsed
Domestic Goddess? What a long way we’ve come since the introduction of white appliances.
So many songs, so little time. What a wonderful predicament to be in. No diet required.
Happy Birthday your royal highness. Very proud to have conducted live music in your presence.
The retreat was fantastic & I’ve returned with a desire to learn even more of the language I love the most.
The desire to learn is a process. Making mistakes is often where the best learning happens.
Filling up on colour before immersing myself in an auditorium for ten hours. Vibrant Kingston
Losing a parent when we are barely an adult ourselves leaves feelings of vulnerability which are sometimes triggered later in life.
Performing Live music with a live audience gives us so many opportunities to learn about ourselves and others.
Today is World Water Day. Our bodies are 60% water. Let’s raise a glass and be grateful.
I’ve never been on this tram before. I’m excited but not entirely convinced I’m on the right track.
I’m waiting to fly again. For now, I sit rather impatiently but hopefully. The butterflies of excitement in my tummy let me know that It won’t be long.
A place to lighten up a dark corner, imagine a bigger garden, do a workout or play reflective games.
Oooff, ouch, aaarrgg, hurrah. Accepting small achievements which weigh on the mind & body.
Treasured memories printed & framed. I sometimes miss the days when photos were only for special occasions
Laptop, coffee, thinking chair. Just 40ft from the house but here I can create all sorts of adventures
He’s here again. It’s been 30 years but I feel as though you’re around. We’d get on very well, of that I’m sure.
The sun is shining & I’m inspired. One day I’d love to celebrate my musical life in my favourite venue. The auditorium will be full of love, joy & music.
Double decker buses. I’m a secret bus spotter and can remember the bus numbers and route.
Memorising music takes a lot of time & effort. Having a platform to perform is always appreciated. Having an audience is wonderful
A place of hope. Are you a gardener? My music is the place where seeds grow into beautiful landscapes
Bluebells, delphiniums & slush puppies. Techno beats & Joni Mitchell. What does blue mean to you?
Sunshine, hot coffee & laughing ducks. What more could I need. It really is lovely on the water.
Letting go can be hard but it leaves space for new ideas. The memories made are treasured. So, who will benefit next?
I’ve decided to come clean as to why I make my podcasts. There’s no hidden agenda, just a chance to literally “remind myself”. Thanks for joining me!
So, are you greedy? Trip trap trip trap over the bridge. Is there a troll stopping you?
The place where the sky meets the sea and I find myself singing the songs I’ve written but yet to publish.
So many incredible bands performing live. What a treat to be introduced to some incredible acts.
I’m a long long way from the place I call home. But I feel quite at home amidst this green and pleasant land.
An evening of incredible live music. I’d love to have seen the moon, but even though he is staying out of sight, he lights the sky & his ambient light fills the night sky. A bit like the music filling my soul this evening. A case of you indeed.
At long last we sang together and for a time, all was well with the world. Music. At last.
Getting goosebumps is probably the highest form of praise. Stubbly legs plus great singing equals OUCH.
What an incredible couple of days of live meet ups and music making. What a wonderful breed we are.
Hatred, abuse. The rain that falls is like the incessant tears of frustration. The thunder like the rage I feel.
Permission for lip to wobble? The slightest thing can send us wobbling off balance but it can be the sweetest thing.
Great song, wrong key? Finding the right key to retain the integrity of the song whilst unlocking the singer’s potential.
Live music will always be valued, respected & needed. Such a joyful reminder of how humans behave when brought together by live music.
Eat your heart out Thelma & Louise. We did it! Female friendship that stands the test of time. Team work with instructions & remote support from a truly remarkable man.
Competitions not won & unsuccessful applications. Having a void leaves room for the unexpected
Building confidence, hearing soloists, singing inside a space where the acoustics are beautiful.
Paved over or prettified? Recycling or rambling roses. A front garden can speak volumes.
Trees & walking with a friend. Coping with Conundrums & stepping tentatively but bravely into unknown territory.
I’m excited to see the return of this eager singer. Setting some little attainable challenges & expectations.
Sashaying my way around the aisles singing in a mask. I find myself asking the question, is that allowed?
Practice means progress. Both pupil & teacher get such a feeling of reward when the hard work pays off, is understood & implemented.
Playing Chopin in the garden and wondering what might have been. Having a genius for a teacher but being far too rebellious. Regretful but grateful.
My guest this week is Mia, she’s returned to her singing lessons and it’s fabulous to hear her voice again.
Piss en lit! Wet the bed. Don’t pick me because if you wait patiently I’ll change my costume and you can make a wish on me.
Singing a very important word over and over and over again this morning has left me feeling positive. That can only be a good thing. Here’s..............this finds you well.
Breath in a smell the most beautiful bloom. Nobody is ever disappointed when she arrives. 26 years of welcoming me home.
Not giving up, not giving in. Putting on my thermals and excited to hear the voices I have missed.
One minute there was a hail storm and then the sun came out. It’s almost as if I imagined it, but it happened. It could even happen again.
Creating a choir made up of voices who have never sung together. The Unsung heroes. Our wonderful NHS staff. Thank you.
Having a clear view and the best focus sometimes means stopping and wiping things clean.
Longing to get my fin back into the ocean. The place where the sky meets the sea. That’s the place for me.
Some friendships are worth waiting for. Friendships can be for a reason, a season or a lifetime. I’m grateful for them all.
Love at first sight? The tall music maker who always leaves me weak at the knees, and the back, and the heart!! The “other man” is back in my life. Relax...........don’t do it.
A swim in the snow surrounded by laughter & happiness. Reaping the rewards of an unexpected start to the day.
We need them both in our lives don’t we? I know I’ve certainly been a drain but I am lucky to have some true radiators in my life.
Imagine the possibilities! I’ve woken up with a fire in my belly and the sound of an orchestra in my ears. Epic musical moments.
Haikus. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. Here’s my free writing today. Sometimes clinging onto rules & structure is a good thing.
Often referred to as God’s most anxious creature. The bunnies have taught me quite a bit since they joined us.
Writing, collaborating, learning to fly. Finding my wings and celebrating the gifts I bring & the things I am yet to learn.
Hurrah! Dive in but make sure you’ve got your ticket! Harder to come by than a ticket to Glastonbury, but oh so worth the effort.
Writing music can leave me feeling frisky or frazzled. The clocks have changed and the geek in me has a spring in her step.
Sometimes making music leaves me feeling like a wet rag. Wrung out & over emotional. Pouring down with rain, desperately trying to dry out the laundry.
Gracefully yet furiously paddling to stay afloat. Elegance can be intimidating. Swans only love once.
Finding my pace, moving forwards with my ever beating musical heart. Songs are jostling for space, but they are all there, waiting.
Finding the right time to bloom often means waiting patiently. As I indulge in a whole weekend of song writing I feel it’s my time to blossom & grow.
Some grow stronger than others and there’s always a showy one shouting “pick me, pick me”. Little flowers waiting to show their true colours.
Always cheerful, always chatty. He makes the world a brighter place, one seed at a time.
Twirling, swirling and FULL of adventure. The place where we can hope to be ourselves & be happy, even if that means going in a different direction.
A steep hill and a heavy load. Today’s adventure is very exciting. Come on, let’s fly down the hill! Don’t break anything.......
Distributing musical wizardry around the globe. I’ll jump on my broomstick and zoom in.
Getting from one side to another requires a bit of effort. Finding the right direction doesn’t always come naturally. Keep going......keep going.
Leaving a musical footprint on this earth is an adventure worth having. Calling myself a songwriter & celebrating this enforced time to create & start a new chapter.
It’s worn out and needs some love & nourishment after years of use. Being artificial was never an option and very soon things will grow again.
Magical journeys on the bus with no driver. Route number & destination often unknown. All aboard......
Waddle I do without you? Come on and let me see you shake your tail feathers. On today's solo adventure I meet a lovely couple and some noisy humans.
From the UK to Australia, in Canada, Italy & India. A song to unite the world; written by me. Do you hear my voice?
Will the seal still be in the lock or has he been set free? A lullaby, a gusty wind & a hope for safety. Freedom.
Wide, deep & sitting in the middle of the flood. How did I get here? I took a leap of faith.
Breathe in, breathe out. Making music is the rescue remedy. Rescue others one breath at a time.
Damp eyes from the mist and the missed. The churning water at the Weir roars around me and the laughter of children remind me that new openings are always possible.
With the wind in my face, the sun on my back and my paddle in my hand. My trusty green vessel and I sail the choppy waters of...............anywhere our imagination takes us. Come and join me for a 2minute escape.
Finally the snow has arrived! Today's magical adventure is through the silent woods to a pond FULL of sound. Come along and join me for two minutes today.
The weather is changing, the wind is picking up & the sky is fit to burst. Will the brave, premature daffodil survive?
Sounds all around us making up the finest orchestra. Stop, listen, breathe, make music.
Come in, the water is lovely. Recorded live as I enter the cold rushing water of the River Thames.
Talking a walk in nature and noticing the sights & sounds. Counting leaves & making free music.
Spend a few moments with me at the river as I embark upon new adventures......and breathe.