Today I had confirmation once again that great music often finds me when I'm least expecting it.

I was sitting with my customary double espresso in the bucolic surrounds of Chippenham railway station when I spotted four gentlemen by the bus stop wielding instruments; a saxophone, a trombone, a bongo drum and - oh yes - a cowbell. They started to play and the air was filled with a most agreeable sound of polyrhythmic funky honking. I gleaned from the saxophonist that they were part of the Fall Out Marching Band who apparently have been going for ages and appear at CND rallies. They were destined for the Womad festival which I imagined would be most receptive to their good natured parping. I left them after a couple of tunes with a shout of "More cowbell!"

Here's a clip of the full ensemble...