Freestyle Breakfasting

This morning is like a thousand other mornings.

6 am Alarm
6.15am Plunge cafetière and deliver coffee to Mrs Seven Songs
6.30am Showered
6.45am Dressed
7 am Leave for the train station – although I sometimes spice things up by leaving at 7.15 am for a later train!

Some days I don’t even have a shower, although that is pretty much fixed to Tuesdays and Thursdays.

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Grapes of Wrath

There is only one thing on my mind, the open road- not sausages or astronauts nor bagpipes – the open road.

As it happens we’re currently on the M25 and it’s not very open but I’m sitting next to Donald Walnut in the back of the camper – he’s writing contracts or something equally lawyerly. Matt and Fergus are up front, eyes on the road, discussing the best things to dunk in tea. I’m just enjoying the rattle and hum of our Bailey’s Advance camper.

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The Walnuts Vs Apollo 11

I’ve always wondered how the engineers, scientists, astronauts and the operations team at NASA prepare for the run-up to a space mission. Imagine being responsible for launching humans and millions of dollars worth of kit into space and hoping you’ve done everything you can to get both people and equipment back safely.

Walnuts, this is Houston. Thrust is GO, all engines, you are looking good.

It’s a bit like that for the Walnuts. We’re getting ready to head off on our Piping Hot Sausage Tour to France and Spain, except not only do we need to get there and back safely we’re also raising money for Alzheimer’s Research UK – NASA didn’t.

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A Fistful of Sausages

If someone said to me as a small boy that I would be going on an adventure to find the best sausages in Europe when I grow up I would have known, in that moment, that life was going to be good.
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Bound for Glory

When Sister Rosetta Tharp sang, “This train is bound for glory” she was clearly thinking of the day when The Walnuts would conquer Europe in a motorhome. Like Sister Rosetta, we were bound for glory. Finding new friends, playing in beautiful places and meeting kindred spirits who embraced the very essence of The Walnuts; no audience too small, no situation too embarrassing, no island too remote and no music too live.

Here is a taste of the Walnuts live on Nakholmen Island in the Oslo Fiord.

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