Last night we met Miles at The Lido for a drink and snack. He gave me a portable chess set so that, as well as beating me in person, he can now play, and beat, me via our smart-phones.

S and I then went to St George’s Hall to see two “minimalist” folk bands, Spiro and Three Cane Whale. I hadn’t heard of either of them before. They were good, playing a variety of instruments (no vocals) including zither, bouzouki, glockenspiel, bowed psaltery and lyre, as well as the more recognisable guitar, mandolin, violin, cello, banjo, trumpet and accordion. We appeared to fit in well with the audience demographic. I enjoyed the music, and the two pints of Bath Ales’ Gem, although, call me a philestine, I felt an electric slide guitar could have perked things up a bit. Which, I admit, is probably missing the point.

Today, we went to Bath. I lived in Bath for a couple of years in a former life, and I never fail to annoy S. by retelling stories of where I lived and who I knew. As usual, though, it didn’t fail to charm, despite being “up itself” a bit (lots of brand new Range Rovers and Barbour in evidence today). A few weeks ago I bought a second-hand Harris Tweed Jacket at the outdoor market “Digs”, above, and wanted to see if they had any more that would fit me. They didn’t, so more money saved! S. bought a dress, though, which was much nicer on than I thought it would be.

Which famous record cover does that photo remind you of?