Diamond Mountain
At the moment I am over in for a couple of days in the small cottage I renovated more than ten years ago.
It was described by the estate agent as "a traditional cottage in need of care and attention." In fact it was four stone walls and a heap of sheep poo.
Now it is four stone walls, a roof, a wood-burning stove and a lot of books and CDs. I write here and I play music in some of the local pubs, lugging my banjo into the sessions at Newmans', Oliver's or Lowry's, playing whatever traditional tunes I know and singing the odd song.
Not too far from the house is the village of in the shadow of Diamond Mountain, a pyramid shaped hill that is the heart of the
.
There can't be too many mountains that feature so much in the musical life of a nation: 's 'Diamond Mountain Sessions' was recorded here, and local sisters 's album, 'Under
The Diamond' is a wonderful collection of tunes.
As I listen to it now, I can hear an echo in their playing of the fiddling of their grandfather . Jimmy died in 2003, he was a fine fiddler with the most amazing style of playing I have ever seen.
His left hand seemed to grip the neck of the fiddle in a stranglehold and his fingers hardly seemed to move at all yet somehow he hit all the right notes and played with a lift and a swing that was remarkable.
If you get a chance to hear Liz and Yvonne's CD then do. Something especially magical happens when families make music together (think of , and ) - the playing of the Kane sisters has that magic too.
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