Day 1: 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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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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