Going with Gabriel (and Andrew)

I blogged the other day about the hard guy cyclists we sometimes have the pleasure of welcoming into our Aultbea B&B. The latest group had booked in and were upstairs getting ready for going out to dinner (how on earth do they carry all that gear over terrain and distances and in conditions such as often prevail up here?) when we heard one of them playing the penny whistle. And very, very well, I might add.

Now, those who have read my second novel, Going with Gabriel, will know that my viewpoint character is an ex microbiologist now street musician called Gabriel. Gabriel is expert on the pennywhistle and flute. His 'signature tune' is a 300 years old Irish protest number called The Roissin Dhub (Black Rose).

Before the novel came out a couple of years ago (ISBN 978-0-9555193-1-4) some local friends were kind enough to read and review it the ms. To present their findings (all v good I'm pleased to report) they invited Dee and myself to Sunday lunch. Afterwards they presented me with a penny whistle - of Indian make and of hardwood - inscribed with their names and numbers just as my Gabriel inscribed his own whistle with his girlfriends' ditto!

Fast forward to last weekend. I took my treasured piece upstairs. Our new friend not only played it most beautifully, but rendered the Roissin Dubh without help of music into the bargain. He was extremely complimentary about my whistle, as was I about his playing of it.

What was I saying about 'the best part of B&B'ing'?

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