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About me

I learned the ukulele on a verandah step as a child, from an aunt who knew four chords and never needed a fifth. I put it down for twenty years, picked it up again after a long wet season, and have not stopped since.

I live on a small island with a lagoon on one side and a mountain on the other. My days are slow. I play in the morning, in the rain and at the end of the afternoon, and I write about all three.

Each Sunday there is one post: a song, a chord, a rainy day or a walk around the island. The charts, songbooks and courses are for anyone who wants to play a little every day, and to enjoy it.

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The Verandah Letter

One letter every Sunday: a song or chord to try, and a slow day from the island.

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