When The Samphires formed seven years ago they were just finishing their GCSEs. I saw them play a couple of years later in a Newcastle pub, then again at a Sunday afternoon event. However, it was only when I discovered two tracks uploaded to Spotify that their music stuck with me. And it really stuck. …
Sunday afternoon found me on a heathery knoll above a seething pond. “Frogs,” hissed the only other human occupant under her breath (we’d been told to be quiet, an order clearly unheeded in the water). “Mating.” Amorously alive, the turbulent pond groaned and quacked above the birdsong. First rule of theatrical presentations in the open …
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