Tonight I stood in the doorway of Scorpio on Saddler Street in Durham, playing my sax, busking. I played for about 90 minutes.
There were moments when, looking down toward the Elvet Bridge, seeing the lights glittering in shop windows, people walking by, students carrying wine and dressed in Hallowe’en disguises, I felt I was catching a glimpse of something magical. And I was providing a soundtrack.
Saddler Street is well over a thousand years old, the Norman castle and cathedral at the top barely younger, even the cobbles are ancient; Elvet Bridge is young at eight hundred years old. The narrow buildings and multi-paned glass windows, the strange outfits and the air of odd rightness made me feel like I was busking in Diagon alley.