Day 13: start a grass brass band
In memory of the best mum I could have asked for and who will always be in my heart.
I remember her trying to teach me how to make music from a blade of grass in our south London garden. I was about ten years old and mightily impressed by her prowess on this instrument. Today, I picked some grass from near the beach in an attempt to feel closer to her. It turns out it is a lot harder than it looks. But I practiced throughout the day and, eventually, taught myself to whistle. I’m a way off the band right now but watch this space.