Deliverance Country

This morning, on my drive into work, weaving between freshly ploughed fields, I saw the oddest thing.

I thought I saw a bat hanging from a telegraph wire, but of course it couldn't be a bat because it was daytime. The next thought was that it must be a bit of black plastic, you know, the sorts that get blown about, and it is pretty blowy today. Then the bit of black plastic detached itself from the wire, spread its wings and flew down to the ground. It was a crow. A few days ago I saw a crow have a face off with a sheep in a field. Stranger than fiction, as the saying goes. I'm no twitcher, but I see many a murder of crows (know your collective nouns!) when I'm out and about with my dog and I've never seen such a thing before. No wonder crows had such an ominous reputation in folklore, bizarre creatures.

But as the wind picks up even more, with that storm approaching from the north west, you can seek sanctuary at the Barn on Saturday night for the first of our Deliverance gigs. We have lured the brilliant Hazy Janes up from Dundee to headline, with support from Riley Briggs of Aberfeldy (the band, not the place) and the Gillyflowers' Kirsten Adamson, daughter of the late great Stuart. To entice you from the safety of Aberdeen, we've even orginsed a bus from Schoolhill, so no excuses.

Tickets, as usual, from this website and from One Up Records on Belmont Street.