I took the night off work on Wednesday to attend a concert. I went to see Julie Fowlis perform at Kings Place in London. I’m so pleased I did, as I had utterly forgotten how live music can penetrate both the body, and the soul. It was over all too quickly, and I was heading home, a very happy person.
Kings Place as a venue was lovely, with a cafe, restaurant, and various seating areas. There were galleries, and plenty of facilities for those attending events. The hall itself was gorgeous, and a bit Scandinavian looking. A picture of the audience can be seen here. The only slightly odd thing about the whole evening was that, apart from Julie, and the songs, I did not hear a word of Gàidhlig all night.