Yesterday DH and I went to our town's Sunday Market.
Beautiful, sunny day, and the town was packed with visitors viewing the many assorted stalls in the main street.
One such stall was doing a roaring trade, with a long queue and a certain air of excitement.
When I finally managed to push through to the front....what did I find on sale?
Black Vinyl .... old 33LP's. And so many of them....all the old favourites from the sixties and seventies.
Selling like hot cakes, and some titles being fought over.
Got me reminiscing.....
Taking the LP out of it's cover and lovingly polishing it before lowering it gently onto the turntable.
Lifting the arm (before auto-play) and placing the stylus carefully onto the record.
The soft crackle as the needle bit into the vinyl.
Listening pleasure.
And when the stylus was finally worn out, fitting an expensive (for then) new stylus and swearing that the sound was even better than before.
A bit like putting your car through the car wash nowadays, and believing that it now actually runs better.
Ah.....memory lane! DH loves his Bose! Not the same!