There is no doubt that when you are a harpist, you get to visit and play in some beautiful and, more often than not, historic  buildings and grounds. As I sat playing for a midweek wedding today at the intimate and somewhat secret venue, The Reading Rooms in Alby,...

As the rain ‘pitter-pattered’ down, and the wind played with everybody’s hair and hats around me, I joined the undeterred harpists of the World, as I wrestled my harp, (Arabella), out of the boot of my car, on to the trolley and wheeled it into the huge church of...