My Dads gone on a housecleaning rampage 'cause he feels like buying a house down the road for some reason. Anyway, I thought I'd rummage around the basement a bit while he was out and see what can be saved from his scorched-earth tidying up policy.
So deep in an old disgusting trunk lined with pages from the guardian with thatcher's sneering visage on them I found:
Fairport Convention - What we did on our Holiday.
Steeleye Span - All around my hat.
Steeleye Span - Below the Salt.
and Elgar's Planets suite.
All in beautiful nik. All spirited away to the safety of my record collection.
Good find eh?
Anyone else strike gold in unlikely places?