I love my job!

My stand

Neater and decluttered

I’m always keen to improve the services I offer. I’ve worked very hard over the past 2 years to develop my harp business and it feels like the tip of an immense iceberg at times. Learning to run my own business is a labour of love but at times it takes me so far away from the harp. I long to delve my fingers into those vibrant strings and practice for hours on end like I used to. I don’t have that luxury these days so any practice hours are precious. You could ask why I’m not practicing now but I know I need a certain kind of headspace to practice efficiently and this evening is earmarked for writing. It’s a sideline I’m trying to develop alongside my playing. Do you know anyone in need of my writing services?

With wedding fayre season in full swing, I have a confession to make - I’m hardly touching the harp. Only 2 months behind schedule, my brochure is almost ready to go to print and then I’ll start on the task of distributing it. Next, I’ll be updating my website and publicity materials. A few people have mentioned I’m not blonde anymore. I’ve really enjoyed my year of lightheadedness so in 2020, let’s see what happens. Watch this space - I’m embracing my darker side and maybe going back to my roots… I wonder what colour they are by now?

It’s so easy for me to get distracted. After an excellent day at Wortley Hall wedding fayre last weekend, I decided that I would address all the admin that evening after I’d had a bit of a rest. I emailed all you lovely couples who were so enthusiastic about my music and my offering and by 9pm I was ready for a quick social media post before calling it a day. In my haste to post, I forgot to share it to Facebook so if you’re not on Instagram or social media at all, you may have missed the snaps I’ve added to this post. If you haven’t met me yet and you’ve seen me looking a bit stern while I’m concentrating on my music, the ice cream photos might help you see I’m actually very friendly and approachable. Do come and say hello.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - the best thing about fayres is the people I meet. I’ve worked alongside Graham Thewlis-Hardy and his wife Lisa from A Taste of Italy ice cream trike a fayre bit and I’ve sampled more than my fayre share of their amazing ice cream. With 97, yes, 97 flavours, I’ve got a lot more to sample. I have to retain myself, it’s so good. If you eat shop bought ice cream, Lisa and Graham’s gelati really are in a different parlour. It’s the “crème de la crème” of ice cream and it could be the perfect playful addition to your wedding. See photos below for some gratuitous food porn.

For balance, my stand was positioned next to a lovely friendly lady, Laura McNally. She’s a very knowledgeable personal trainer and she was so generous in offering me tips on my posture and how I can improve it away from the harp. Taking care of yourselves before your wedding is such a vital aspect that’s often overlooked and pleasant as she was, I wouldn’t want to mess with Laura!

Laura’s enticing stand

The massage balls are on my Christmas list

The next Wortley Hall Wedding Fayre is on the 26th January 2020. Might see you there? It’s always a fun fayre!

Ooohhhhh

Chocolate

Oh go on then

Open wide

I think my face says it all

I sampled the Turkish Delight which is out of this world as well as Cherry Italia, mmmmmmm

Enjoying a well earned cup of the strong stuff

After all that ice cream

Chandelier

above some vintage suffragette artwork

Inspiral

The gorgeous architecture at Wortley Hall

October Wedding Fayres

I’ll be playing at the following fayres this month:

6/10 - Oulton Hall, Rothwell, Leeds

13/10 - Wortley Hall near Sheffield

Me at Wortley Hall

20/10 - Queens Hotel, Leeds

Come and say hello and tell me what music you’d like me to play just for you!

A blooming marvellous wedding

A perfect position to play Pachelbel’s Canon in D

surrounded by a few of my favourite things - books and blossom, and my Camac harp of course

I played for Emily and Josh’s gorgeous intimate wedding at Wortley Hall yesterday. I met Emily at a wedding fayre at Wortley Hall last year which she attended with her mum and her sister. A beautiful friendly dark brunette, Emily looked stunning in her amazing dress. She appeared magically at the wooden double doors before walking down the aisle after her bridal party.

I spy

That’s lovely Laurie at the far end. A key member of the Wortley Hall wedding team, there she is, efficiently ensuring everything’s in place before the ceremony

Emily wanted a combination of pop music that’s been featured in films like Twilight and Disney animation, as well as traditional classical music for her civil ceremony. This took place in the lounge, which was ornately decorated with gloriously oriental blossom trees. Her guests entered the room and I played some atmospheric background music as a backdrop for conversations between Emily’s family and friends as they awaited her arrival. The harp is the perfect choice if you want unobtrusive wedding music that’s soothing and uplifting.

For her entrance, Emily chose the timeless classic, Canon in D by Pachelbel. It’s an excellent choice to walk down the aisle as it’s calm and ceremonious, solemn yet rousing.

After the official ceremony came the signing of the register and the photos. It was the perfect opportunity for me to play Emily’s requests, A Thousand Years and Beauty and the Beast. You can listen to clips of all these pieces of music and more by clicking here:

The ceremony drew to a close and I played Allegro Maestoso by Handel for Emily’s exit with Josh. Celebratory and joyful, it’s a great choice as an exit piece. It was also performed at Princess Diana’s wedding so it’s got to be a good tune! It’s a significant moment, the first part of their journey as husband and wife, and choosing an optimistic upbeat piece of music is a good move. They walked out of the lounge directly onto the gardens, which looked like this:

Is it any wonder I love playing here?

The gardens are in full lush technicolour bloom right now. Doesn’t that giant shrub look a bit like a cake?

Beautiful dahlias

in the carefully tended gardens

Hearty artichoke plants

in the well stocked borders

Congratulations to the newly weds - wishing you every happiness for your future together!

LABOUR OF LOVE

Nikki and James

I haven’t had time to blog for quite a while. I attended a family funeral in Wales a fortnight ago and I’m still catching up with all the backlog after that visit. I’m nearly there and today will be spent replying to emails and sorting out some social media content. Sometimes I wish I had a PA! My laptop contracted some sort of nasty virus and it got slower and slower throughout June. Despite my attempts to cure it with help from the big G, my increasing frustration got the better of me and I took it to the MacDoctor last Friday. I must admit those hours without it were bliss. On Thursday evening I wanted to throw it out of the window and join the circus. I do try but tech definitely isn’t my forté.

I’ve taken on some extra shifts at the shop which means time has been even more scarce this week, but it’s good to be busy and out and about meeting some lovely local people. With this fine weather, I’ve been out run-walking a lot more and enjoying the scenery right on my doorstep - isn’t West Yorkshire just amazing?

Idyllic setting

with dappled shade

I played for an extra special wedding at the end of June. If you follow me on social media, you may have seen a few photos and I’ve included a few more with this blog post.

Atmospheric

The pond

I met Nikki and James at a wedding fayre last year at Wortley Hall. They were absolutely lovely and a bit quirky - my kind of people. They had quite an unusual request as exit music at the end of their civil ceremony - the main theme from the iconic 80’s movie, Back to the Future (BTTF).

Beautiful Bows

The ceremony room at Wortley Hall

You know me. I love a challenge and I’m particularly keen on 80’s music too. I think it’s brilliantly written. It’s interesting both harmonically and melodically and a lot of it works really well on the harp. I couldn’t remember how the BTTF theme went, so I listened to it when I got home. My initial thoughts were that it was fast but where there’s a will there’s a way and I’m not one to relinquish a challenge. James sent me links to some recordings as well as the piano sheet music, which I downloaded and printed off. I chipped away at the dots on the page for a few weeks, eventually slimming it down to a unique three page REH version I felt worked for the harp while retaining the features of the original music. I wanted the excitement of a whooshing DeLorean and Michael J Fox in a baseball jacket. Without his deafening guitar of course.

Labour of Love

It makes sense to me

Ten days before their wedding, Nikki, James and I set up a WhatsApp video call. They were in Cheshire while I was sat in my harp room and I was able to play them what was almost the finished version of BTTF. To my relief, it was met with approval, and I knew I still had time to make some last minute adjustments.

A long break

meant I could walk around and take in the stunning scenery. I’m no photographer but is it any surprise Wortley Hall is one of my preferred venues?

On the wedding day, I warmed up using BTTF to get me in the zone. Nikki wanted the traditional bridal march to accompany her entrance. I know that like the back of my hand, so I could focus on getting BTTF to sound good in the ceremony room. Nikki walked in with stunning simplicity and it was a very touching ceremony. Her father’s readings of two Shakespeare works made me blub a bit and I had to pull myself together! After all, I still had BTTF to play after I’d performed some classical favourites for the signing of the register and while they were having their photos taken.

Harp and chandelier

in the stunning Foundry Dining Room

I had another opportunity to play BTTF as Nikki and James had asked me to play it again as they walked into the Foundry Dining Hall at Wortley Hall where they were having their wedding breakfast. Now I know this piece works for the harp.

Do any of you lovely couples out there want me to play it, or any similar music, at your wedding? Feel free to get in touch! Click on the contact page if you have any special music requests for your ceremony.

EVERY wedding should have ice cream!

I managed to retain myself

Natural beauty everywhere you look - Wortley Hall Gardens

To Hull And Back

Humber Bridge - am I the only one who sees harp strings?

It’s been another busy week here at Rhian Evans Harpist HQ. It was great to get away last weekend and be in orchestral harpist mode once again for a couple of days. I made a guest appearance with the Hull Philharmonic, playing the harp part for the hauntingly beautiful and challenging Viola Concerto by William Walton.

Velvet toned violist Tim Ridout took centre stage with authoritative humility. His performance featured some beautifully poignant characterful playing. The sturdy musician-ship of the Hull Phil was ably steered by Andrew Penny and it was an exciting performance. I realised I haven’t performed with orchestra since February and I felt a bit disorientated at first. I gradually allowed myself the spaciousness to absorb the multi-sensory experience of working within an unknown ensemble of musicians in the stately splendour of Hull City Hall. Feeling more relaxed by the second rehearsal, I really could get used to that role again, one I fell in love with at the tender age of 15 when I first played with Clwyd Youth Orchestra. Those were the days!

I had quite a scary moment at the end of the rehearsal when I couldn’t find my car keys despite emptying all my bags and pockets thrice. I dashed down to the security desk where Nick, the super friendly security guard handed them to me with a knowing look. The bench provided wasn’t adjustable so I went to the car to get mine. I was already in harpist mode and, preoccupied by thoughts of music, left my keys in the car door. Lucky me! Hull City centre on a Friday evening isn’t such a bad place after all!

Duck plant

Garden bed-side at Wortley Hall

On Sunday, the wedding fayre I’d been looking forward to didn’t quite go as I’d intended. I’d hoped to meet dozens of clients as excited and enthusiastic about my music as I am. My morning started well, with two sets of clients I met at the most recent Wortley Hall wedding fayre, who had come to finalise their music choices. Other than a little interest for 2020 and 2021, it was a bit of a damp squib despite the glorious weather.

Wisteria hysteria

at Wortley Hall. Artichoke plant in the foreground

People drifted past as I played to my harp’s content, and my music seemed to have little or no effect on them. Perhaps they’re drafting their enquiry emails as I type. Or maybe I need to buy a guitar and take singing lessons. I know from experience these things can take time and I’m optimistic I’ll get a couple of bookings eventually.

Idyllic car park

Wortley Hall just visible through those amazing trees

It was lovely to work with Wedding Fayres Yorkshire again, who ensured proceedings ran smoothly as always. I’m extremely grateful to Paris Tyrell of WFY who, with lightning speed, generously filmed and uploaded a short videoclip of me playing A Thousand Years to Instagram. I then shared it to Facebook so I’m learning slowly but surely. It might eventually make its way to YouTube. It hasn’t gone viral yet but it certainly looks like I’m down with the millennials. Well, as down with them as a 40 something harpist can be.

I’m generally an optimist and I prefer to look at the bright side, but I admit I’m struggling musically at the moment. I have no paid playing work until mid June, a thought that worries me. I’ve sat down and done some rough calculations and as it stands, I’m not breaking even with my harp performance work. I’m afraid I’ve lost a bit of motivation too, possibly due to this. I’m a teeny tiny individual trying to integrate a gigantic competitive hungry industry, and therein lies my problem. I don’t have the business acumen or financial backing necessary to kick start my wedding business in this day and age. This has led to me losing my musical mojo momentarily. I’m not commercially driven in the slightest. I love to play, and trying to build my business has taken me so far away from my playing that I scarcely practice anymore, let alone play for my own pleasure. I haven’t touched the harp since last Sunday, and I don’t like that one bit. I’ve taken on an additional 10 hours of shop work this week to secure June, and having that work is an absolute blessing. It keeps me sane and in the black.

Obsessed with music

Bloody rusty wrought iron treble clef from a recent walk run

One thing I’ve found to be an excellent substitute for performance and sharing my music is exercise. It must be the adrenaline and the endorphin rush that follows. In a similar way to practice, it’s awkward and uncomfortable at first, but after a while I find my rhythm, and there are even moments I enjoy feeling my body jiggling about, my feet slamming the tarmac vigorously. Having been told I don’t have a runner’s physique, I’m honouring the rebel within. I love the freedom, power and independence running offers me. Besides, it’s far healthier than some other options available!

Next week I’m off and if I have time, I’ll be putting my version of an out-of-office sign up here. I’m going AWOL and I can’t wait. I desperately need a change of scene to gain some clarity about my situation and perhaps some inspiration regarding a way forward. So there’ll be no blog post next week as I’m turning off my laptop and letting it gather dust for a few days.

See you again in June, and remember to keep loving live music! And maybe even living love music - think about it…

Wortley Hall skyline

Wortley Hall Wedding Fayre - Will I See You There?

RHIAN EVANS - HARPIST

listen to my harpbeat

Short and sweet

Unlike many of my blog posts, tonight I’m keeping it brief. It’s a busy fortnight and with a flying visit to Manchester tomorrow and probably another visit to a gallery for inspiration on Sunday, this home loving country lass will have experienced the hustle and bustle of one too many cities this week. I’ve let the train take the strain a couple of times and I’ve enjoyed the more meditative journeys. I’m looking forward to spending more time pottering around the house and getting mucky in my garden as soon as weather permits.

Image by Glix Photography

I had a great day at the Storthes Hall Park wedding experience last Sunday. Playing for three staged ceremonies was a novelty, and it was great to be reminded what a thrill it can be to take part in someone’s special day. As always, the best bit was meeting other suppliers as well as some lovely brides and grooms. I’ve had no bookings as yet and these things can take time. If you were there and you enjoyed my music, remember that the Storthes Hall Park discount is only valid until 5th of May, so get in touch this weekend!

This weekend I’m playing for a private wedding event so that will keep me pleasantly occupied as well as getting me out of the house again. Ever the optimist, I had my Summer tyres put back on today. The exhaust needs some work too, so a return visit has been booked in for next week. Cars are a necessary evil in my line of work. I couldn’t do without mine. One bonus is visiting the garage. I love it there! It’s as old school as you can get and has an enviable location beside the stream in the village. I never mind if I have to wait a short while as they deal with other customers - I’ve seen a dipper busily flitting up and down the water on past visits. I love listening to C&P’s stories and today was no exception. They’ve both just been on holiday and I was deliciously regaled with best bits. We share a distaste for our throwaway culture and the current climate in this country, and we shared an enthusiastic rant about them.

Have I mentioned I’m going on holiday? It’s my first proper holiday in 4 years and I’m well excited. Look at this:

Not quite scorchio

But it will be

All may well be revealed and I can’t wait. I’m sure there’ll be a holiday blog post or two, but I’m not taking this laptop. It’s back to pen and paper, and I will read at least one book while I’m away.

On Tuesday I met my sister in Leeds for dinner. She was in North Yorkshire for a conference and it was the ideal opportunity for a short sweet catch up. We met at the fabulous Tetley in the quiet heart of Leeds.

Boules!

Salem in the background

I’m looking forward to going back there, perhaps for a wedding. I’d love that! There’s a sense of playfulness about the Tetley that’s quite intoxicating, and the art deco interior reminds me of atmospheric old movies.

Next Sunday is the eagerly anticipated Spring Wedding Fayre at Wortley Hall. It’s organised by those lovely people at Wedding Fayres Yorkshire this time, and I can’t wait to play at one of my favourite venues. Will the ducks be around I wonder? Also next weekend, I have the first orchestral work I’ve done in quite a while, so I’m busy practicing and learning the score. It’ll be a lovely gig and I do miss orchestral playing. I’m sure I’ll take to it again like a dipper to water! I’ve been learning some new wedding repertoire and I’ll be recording excerpts to share on my Soundcloud channel next week. Have you subscribed yet? Please do, I’d really appreciate your support. Here’s the link:

Dear readers, I wish you a fun-tastic sun-tastic Bank Holiday weekend!

The road

Wortley Hall Wedding Showcase

“Playing at promotional events is key to the success of any freelance musician. Read on to find out about my latest experience at Wortley Hall near Sheffield”

Chandelier

My harp beneath

I was invited to play for the Wortley Hall wedding showcase last Thursday evening. My relationship with this warm soulful place goes back quite a few years by now and I jump at any chance to play there. The staff are brilliant! They’re helpful and friendly in an unforced natural way and they go to great lengths to ensure that each wedding runs smoothly.

My excitement escalates when I approach the quietly spectacular structure of weathered golden stone. Pulling up outside the main building, the views over the grounds and the adjacent sprawling countryside are breathtaking. This truly is a fine example of Yorkshire at its best.

My heart leapt when I spotted my welcoming committee in the dappled shade of the yew trees:

Walking my harp through the hotel’s Ruddy Duck restaurant, I spied a pair of brass duck head bookends. Wortley Hall is a sanctuary for these feathered friends. They in turn lend an element of playfulness to their stately home.

If you read last week’s blog post, you might have detected a hint of ennui at the whole rigmarole of much of the wedding fayre business. Not so at Wortley Hall. I consistently get bookings from playing at their fayres. The harp is definitely right at home here.

I’ve played for lots of ceremonies in this unique hotel, and live harp music always goes down a treat, whether it’s for the civil ceremony and drinks reception, or the wedding breakfast afterwards in the glorious wooden splendour of the Foundry Dining Room with its ornate ceiling and gigantic chandelier. There’s a relaxed homely grandeur about Wortley Hall which I love. At the most recent Fayre in January, I had a quick look at the refurbished rooms upstairs in the heavens. They’re like little romantic nests tucked away in the antiquated eaves. Wortley Hall is the perfect place for a secret escape from it all.

Just like that - the atmospheric splendour of the Foundry Dining Room

The atmosphere at the wedding evening was peaceful and intimate. There was none of the hustle and bustle of dozens of suppliers promoting their wares to customers hungry to discover the latest wedding trends. I was one of only three suppliers. The others were Keith Woods Entertainment, who provided the floral arrangements, transforming the ceremony room into an exotic garden of paradise with the bountifully laden boughs of their blossom trees. Creative photographer Eternal Photography was the man behind the lens, or rather beside his photos. He definitely takes better photos than I do, but hopefully you get a feel for this beautiful location from my snaps.

For this event, I decided to take a slightly different approach from what I usually do at commercial fayres. I played what I wanted to play. A risky strategy? Maybe, but if I’m enjoying myself, there’s more chance my audience will enjoy themselves too. Don’t get me wrong! I love my wedding harp repertoire and I could play Mendelssohn and Wagner for a Thousand Years, or at least ‘til the ducks come home, but I was in the mood for something different that evening. And so were my audience from the feedback I got. Doing it my way could be the way forward…

Atmospheric

The gardens at dusk

Night time statue

“I’ll be recording some short sound clips (and maybe more) from March onwards. Keep checking in to listen to my harp beat!”

FAYRE ENOUGH

You cannot be serious!

Last night/this morning, I’ve had about 3 hours sleep. I’m in the throes of a creative phase and I have a billion ideas burgeoning busily and noisily in my head. I’ve had quite a frustrating time trying to get involved in more and more wedding fayres so that I can meet all you lovely brides and grooms who would like to book my wedding services but can’t find me for one reason or another. I’ve pushed beyond my comfort zone and contacted and reconnected with local venues within West Yorkshire without success. Despite several efforts I’m greeted with the reply that makes my heart sink - “We’ve already got a musician”, or a hefty charge in excess of £200 to go and work at a fayre. Anyone who knows me will know I’m not work shy and I’m happy to invest in something that will reap rewards, but after enquiring on a forum for harpists and, most importantly, within myself, wedding fayres these days aren’t the viable investment they used to be for harpists. The return simply isn’t high enough. There’s always someone who will do the work for less money in what is a niche market, relatively speaking. Understandably, everyone wants a bite of the apple. When you book me, you do get a highly personalised professional service. I have skill, experience, knowledge and expertise (I trained intensively for 11 years) - it isn’t just me rocking up with my harp and playing your favourite music. Most importantly, I genuinely care and I love my job!

I’ve experienced a fair (!) bit of interest at fayres but unless I take a deposit on the day, there’s only a small percentage of clients who actually pursue their initial enquiry to eventually end up booking. It would seem that the way forward is focusing on developing my online presence. A search engine ad? A social media advertising boost? Signing up with agencies? A sleek slick shiny brochure for clients to take home and show their nearest and dearest? New publicity photos and videos? Which one of these risky time consuming costly endeavours should I choose? If there’s something you would like more of, please don’t hesitate to get in touch - all suggestions welcomed! And if you know someone who would benefit from me playing at an event, do pass on my details!

I think my plan of action will become clear as I move through my year, and seeing as I’m quite an old fashioned girl at heart, word of mouth will play a major role. For now I’m focusing my energy on doing my new part time job. Did I tell you I’ve got a job? I started in January and it’s been one of the toughest learning curves of my life but I really am loving the stability and security it offers me and I can only see positives. It definitely beats almost falling asleep on the motorway round midnight after 2 or 3 days of orchestral work. The reality is that, financially, I’m probably better off doing my part time job. Don’t get me wrong - I’m not saying no to orchestral playing, which I miss very very much, but I haven’t found a way for it work for me yet this season. My focus now is on developing my presence locally. That and getting a few hours practice in. This week, I’ve managed a deliciously giddy hour. I thrive on four hours a day which is unrealistic nowadays, but I’m very optimistic there’ll be a quieter week in the near future when I get on top of learning and digesting so much new information.

“What’s your new job Rhian?” I hear you all ask? Check in during the next month to find out more. There are some exciting events coming up which I would never have imagined and which I can’t wait to share with you…

Behind the scenes - getting creative. All images - John Steel Photography. With heartfelt thanks to Wortley Hall for their generous support in allowing me use of their spectacular hotel

The Fun of the Fayres

Rhian Evans Harpist having fun. Image courtesy of John Steel Photography

The atmospheric ceremony room at the Manor House

I’ve had great fun playing at three separate wedding fayres recently and I’ve met some really lovely people. The first fayre was at the Manor House in Lindley, a beautiful bijou boutique hotel on the outskirts of Huddersfield. It was extremely well attended and I was provided a prime position in the ceremony room so that potential clients could see the impact the harp could have as they walked through the main doors and so they could visualise their ceremony. I was really pleased that the level of interest was very good. Wedding fayres can be tough, tiring and unrewarding if there’s no engagement and this hasn’t been the case at all in either of the fayres I’ve exhibited at so far this year. My music isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and the services I offer could be considered niche, but I know there’s a demand for wedding harp music and 2020 is already looking healthy. It’s a question of finding my clients, and my clients finding me.

The Foundry Dining Room at Wortley Hall

It can take months for clients to contact me again as they sort all the other wedding details out. Occasionally, I can get bookings on the day. This was the case at the last fayre I did at my beloved Wortley Hall. I just can’t get enough of that venue. There was a warm relaxed atmosphere and I was in a great position next to two other gorgeous suppliers who made it a fun fayre. Check out Lara Croft Photography and Posh Petals Flower Preservation. I took advantage of the mid afternoon lull and went for a stroll upstairs. The rooms are lovely and there’s just such a gorgeous feel to the place. If I got married, I would do it there. Except I probably wouldn’t as I wouldn’t want any fuss, so it would have to be Vegas (I’d settle for somewhere nearer too) with a small ice cream party and a virgin Bloody Mary to celebrate the tying of the proverbial knot. This is my blog and I’m allowed to be as imaginative as I like! I met a gorgeous quirky couple who found each other online. They’ve thrown down the gauntlet with a weird and wonderful request for their exit music. Game on!

I would like to clarify that I’m unbiased. I love all the venues I work at! It’s a question of finding a venue that ticks your boxes and you’ve usually done that way before you meet me anyway. Live music is so important though. I felt a bit intimidated when I found out the Manor House had an Ibiza saxophonist exhibiting. She had wonderful exotic publicity photos and some amazing video clips. She’s called Ellie Sax and she’s a really lovely girl. She does what she does brilliantly with such enthusiasm. I have no idea how she can coordinate playing, dancing and maintaining such a genuinely radiant smile all at the same time. I’ve tried (not the dancing obviously) and it isn’t a look that works for the wedding service I offer. She’s also a DJ! Between us we agreed on how we could make our music work within adjacent rooms. When she blasts that sax, boy is it memorable! I asked her if she spends much time in Ibiza, and she goes there regularly. Ibiza harpist anyone? In any case, I had nothing to worry about as we both provide totally different services within the same sector of the industry. It was interesting to discover that we trained at the same establishment, the RNCM in Manchester.

Never far from a chandelier (and a dance floor) if I can help it

The other fayre I played at was Bertie’s, another local venue between Huddersfield and Halifax. It was meticulously organised by those lovely people at Wedding Fayres Yorkshire. I’ve played at a couple of weddings and a private function here and it’s another great venue. It was fairly quiet (Football? Weather?) but I had some interesting conversations with couples, some of whom were researching suppliers for their weddings in 2020 and even 2021. I like that level of preparation! I met a lovely Irish lady and her fiancé. She was quite overwhelmed when she heard my music. I think it touched something inside her and she started crying when I played a particular piece of music. I don’t like making people cry but these were good tears. I’m reassured when my playing moves people because it means I’m doing my job, that I’ve played music that resonates for them. At each fayre, I made one woman cry. That emotion is what it’s all about and it’s what keeps me doing what I do. I get a buzz when my music touches someone and I really don’t think that’s something that can happen by watching a video or listening to sound clips. It has to be a live experience. It must be visceral, otherwise the impact isn’t the same.

My stand in the Foundry Dining Room at Wortley Hall

If you’re thinking about having harp music at your wedding, please do follow my Facebook and Instagram pages (you can find links on my homepage) to keep informed about the fayres I‘m playing at, and come and say Hello and find out more about what I can offer you on your wedding day. Oh, and do ask me about your favourite music - you never know…!

Selling Myself - Good Things Happen in Threes

The first thing you’ll notice about the photos in this post is the quality. That’s because I didn’t take them! Like most introverts, self promotion doesn’t come easily. I love playing the harp and most things about my amazing instrument fascinate me, but the business aspect of my job is not one of my strongest points. It’s Monday morning and as I sat looking through my lists and checking my website and my social media, well, the only social medium I use, I realised that I’ve got about an hour most mornings this week to catch up on one of my favourite things, a bit of writing. It’s been a full on hectic fortnight interspersed with bouts of sporadic sleep and there’s been a delicious abundance of notes on my music stand and, thankfully, there still is.

The main project was my video and photo shoot. I had my trusted creative team on board, photographer John Steel and the indefinable Gareth Boot. John is a fabulous photographer who I first met at a wedding fayre at Durker Roods Hotel in our village in 2015. He asked if he could take my photo and despite thinking he was a bit odd, I was delighted with the artistic result he came up with of me playing in the hotel reception area. His work stood out. There was something special about it, and I loved how he made my harp look. There’s definitely something about me and chandeliers.

Just over a year ago, I received some social media training with Esther Orridge at Social Progress in Honley. She put me back in touch with John and he made my publicity shots on top of the local moor an experience that was fun and occasionally too exciting. I found out that he isn’t odd, he’s just quirky and introverted, a bit like me. Picture John with all his photography gear, and me in a 1960’s Berketex heavy velvet dress (£25 from the local antiques shop), winter coat and walking boots trying to find even ground where it was safe to balance my harp in the August evening chill. My harp trolley was useless. He lost his shoe in a peaty bog trying to find the ideal purple heathery ground. We both agreed to try somewhere else, which resulted in some unique breathtaking shots with my harp and a paradisiac sunset.

Magical Moorland

August evening shoot just up the road. Passers by slowed down and turned their heads at the sight of spotlights and a harp

Compromise doesn’t sit well with John - he questioned my sense of adventure when I suggested doing the shoot from the safety of the car park. I’m glad he did.

I could feel his disappointment when I refused to take my harp outside at Wortley Hall on the 10th of the 9th, 2018 - the sky was ideal for outdoor photography but it was a cool damp day and I had nightmarish visions of it being engulfed in the murky water of the fountain or the two of us slowly sinking to the sombre depths of the nearby pond. Maybe next time if it’s warmer. Not the water shots, obviously. I think the results of our shoot for my website and social medium are pretty cool to say the least. It took place in the appropriately named National Association of Women room, a calming tranquil room tucked away at the back of the hotel, as well as the stunning Foundry Dining Room. I’m a huge fan of John’s work - his creative imaginative style and his attention to detail are outstanding and his editing is seamless. There’s a vivid realness to his images and they ooze life and emotion. When he’s not behind his camera or at his computer, or even on his skateboard, he’s devoted to his two daughters and I love emailing him and getting his out of office reply telling me he’s spending time with his little ones. My one disappointment is that I can’t show you every single one of his fabulous shots here.

Straight on Insta?

My expression reflects exactly how I feel about social media

First came the bit I was really dreading - the video shoot starting at 9am with three hand claps (see photos below). I’d experimented with video at Easter with my close friend Sali and came to the conclusion that the only way to do video was with friends and people I felt comfortable with. Cue another close friend, Gareth Boot, a man with a fervent sense of curiosity and a mind blowing interest in everything, especially technology. I met Gareth thanks to John when I was in quite a dark despondent place in my life a year ago. I was trying to find someone to help breathe life into my old website which I’d never had updated, and after meeting a few website designers, I had a brief phone conversation with Mr Boot. Maybe it’s his background in sales or perhaps his reassuringly broad Yorkshire accent, but I knew immediately he was the right person to help me get my website and my business up to date. After his initial design and the addition of John’s striking photos, I had a website I was proud of which reflected my personality and showcased the services I provided, with the additional bonus of being able to update it myself.

Wisdom and learning

The initial discomfort of seeing myself in action

When I met Gareth, nothing seemed to be going well in my life and with very little work, I was struggling to find any motivation to just get up in the morning. With his firm but fair support and using his CARE system (he’s written a book called TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF - The Four Non-negotiables of Achievement, described as “a personal development book for people who don’t read personal development books”), I started to turn my life around, stopping smoking last December and subsequently giving booze the finger a month later. I haven’t smoked or had a drink since and I’m exercising regularly for the first time in my life so he’s doing something right. Even though things aren’t quite bouncing yet, my outlook on life is significantly rosier than it was 12 months ago. Armed with his knack and penchant for technology, his dogged perfectionism and his creative passion, I knew GB would be the right man for the task.

I had some sound clips recorded a year ago which helped with the process of planning the videoclips. I limited myself to 3 non stop takes of each selected excerpt, a good way of managing my niggling perfectionism. I chose 3 outfits reflecting different aspects of my performance work as well as the styles of the music I played and my personality. I asked if I could use the NAW room at Wortley Hall as I once spent a long break during a wedding in there and spent an hour in utter peace and quiet, so I was almost certain there would be no noise pollution and that we could work undisturbed. Being in a room that represented the suffragette movement also felt significant in this process of finding and owning my voice again and expressing it, both behind my harp and without the comforting reassurance of its towering protection. It was a very positive experience and as you can see, there was quite a lot of laughter to accompany the serious professionalism.

You can check out John Steel’s fabulous images on this website and at johnsteelphotography.com The results of my video shoot with Gareth Boot are on the See Hear page, and you can find out more about Gareth at garethboot.com I have a YouTube channel - Rhian Evans Harpist. I also have a Facebook page, imaginatively called Rhian Evans Harpist. I am incredibly grateful to Laurie and all the staff at Wortley Hall for their assistance and support and for being willing to open up such a stunning weighty venue for my project. Sincere thanks to the couple at the hotel who were curious about what John and I were up to in the dining room with my huge harp. They happily engaged in conversation with me, resulting in some relaxed looking natural shots. The posed ones looked, well, posed.

Clapping

There was this thing where he had to clap three times to sync the sound - obviously nobody else could get a clap in edgeways

Like this?

The art of clapping

Showing us how it’s done

Opinionated

Gareth isn’t the only one who enjoys expressing himself

Exasperation

I think I won him round in the end

Don’t give up your day job GB

Like I said, he’s interested in everything

Wortley Hall - A Different Perspective

Wrought

The majestic former main entrance

It's been a quiet week and rather than mope around at home I decided to make good use of my time and our continental July weather by enjoying two cultural creatively nourishing half days out.  Yesterday morning I decided to do something I've wanted to do for a very long time - take time to explore the gardens at Wortley Hall, and as I was working there last weekend, what better time to make my wish come true?  I'm a little ashamed to say I've never been beyond the centrepiece of the garden, the alluring fountain which was an eye opener up close in more ways than one and really got my imagination going with its forbidding sign warning me how deep the water is.  Thanks to the maps I was helpfully handed at reception, I set off with the intention of completing a circuit and beyond, narrowly avoiding spending all my allocated time with my ambitiously packed book in the stunning tranquillity of the sunken garden.

Inviting symmetry

Sunken garden

I ambled through dappled shade in beautifully maintained woodland and soon ground to a halt when I saw the obscure obsolete wrought iron gate which had enjoyed former glory welcoming guests to the hall.  I swear I heard the excited whinnying and clopping hooves of a horse-drawn carriage with its gigantic crushing wheels.  I looked behind me and saw a specimen that would have delighted tree huggers and haters alike, a seriously old sycamore with the deep scars and indentations of the centuries ingrained in its crusty reptilian skin.  It had so many personalities that I felt I had to keep an eye on it as I dragged myself away from its arterial texture just in case it creakily upped its sleepy roots and appointed me its newly elected Frodo.

What do you see?

Tongue twister

The rippling writhing lizards of a very old sycamore

What do you see 2?

What do you see 3?

I continued my circuit, admiring the unusual and incongruously named ha ha in the undergrowth.  I noticed the upper part of my stroll was horticulturally less well kempt. There were more fallen trees and hewn branches lying like lopped limbs in the stinging nettles.  I took a brief time out on a perfectly placed garden seat and lapped up the views of the stunning architecture and gardens from the other side and imagined a previous life as Lady of the Hall.

Picture perfect

Yes, I took the photo, with my mobile

There was a lot to see and next on my list was closer inspection of the iconic fountain.  I spotted a groundsman and took the opportunity to congratulate him on his beautiful work.  One of a team of just three groundsmen, he was very keen to tell me the story of the gardens that opened with two telling words - Capability Brown.  I couldn't have wished for a better guide than Adrian as he guiltily offered his precious garden time to regale me with one of the most informative and entertaining guided tours I've had for a long while.  Having worked there for two years, he was unassumingly wealthy in his knowledge of the history of the hall and its rich and fruitful land (check out Wortley Hall Walled Garden and Heeley City Farm) not to mention his technical ability thanks to his hard earned chainsaw license amongst a long list of enviable skills.  I was fascinated to learn you can only use a chainsaw at certain times of day in certain temperatures, and I was unaware there was such a thing as chainsaw trousers.  I do like the sound of those.  As he told me of his background working at Chatsworth and other prestigiously grounded properties, I realised I was in the presence of a deeply passionate green fingered Yorkshire gentleman.  And a modest one too.  As I expressed how impressed I was, he told me his partner and green goddess Diane, who was tackling the long expanse of hedges I'd driven past on my arrival, knew so much more than he did about the surrounding flora and fauna. 

Ouch!

My tour started at a pond I wasn't even aware of.  What a surprisingly vast murky green beauty with its ducks and ducklings (so THAT'S where they've been hiding...), moorhens and yellow water irises.  I could clearly visualise the Earl's boats floating to and fro from Adrian's accurate imaginative depiction.  The pond's old stone walls were starting to fall inwards and he told me with urgent regret that the restoration would cost an eye watering half million.  We turned towards a tunnel in the undergrowth that led from pond to ice house where the frozen blocks used to be stored for the hall in winter months.  I wanted to linger to take photos but time was of the essence and there was a lot to see.  He proudly introduced me to yews, oaks and silver birch, pine and ash, chestnut, beech, and the promise of the deliciously named sequoia was enticingly forgotten amongst all the competing arboreal delights.  We arrived back at the geometrically immaculate sunken garden with its proper Old English Roses wafting their authentic pure pungent perfume, and the intriguing mystery filled caged cells above which there was once an orchid house.  You can see its heavily pinned steel base plates which still lay there in the old stone blocks.  Can you imagine an Orchidarium in Wortley?

I can't wait for my next Wortley Hall wedding in August, and I've already cooked up my excuse for lunch and a blissful walk to work it off.  What's your excuse not to visit?

Iron vines

In front of where the orchid house once was

Wortley Hall

Idyllic

Well stocked gardens

What's the first thing that springs to mind when you think of Wortley Hall?  The spectacular gardens of course.  Tucked away in the picturesque sleepy village of Wortley about halfway between Huddersfield and Sheffield, you may already be aware that it's one of my favourite workplaces in Yorkshire.  Weddings are satisfyingly hard work and this venue makes them a joy.  My only complaint is that I never have enough time to explore the Hall and its grounds to their quietly spectacular sprawling extent.

Artichokes!

In the foreground.  Nude statue in the fountain to the left

My first experience of Wortley Hall was around eight years ago when I was invited to play at the wedding of my former next door neighbours' granddaughter.  I think it might even have been my first time playing at a wedding this side of the Pennines.  I wasn't disappointed, and having been based in Manchester and in North Wales before that, my wedding clientele were primarily Cheshire folk and city centre dwellers and had clearly seen and heard a few harpists.  More often than not, there was no sense of novelty or specialness when I made my guest appearance with my harp.  At Wortley Hall I found the complete opposite.  The staff were warm, relaxed and friendly, and generous in their welcome, and I got excited at any inquiry that involved my new secret discovery.

Congratulations

The fabulous dining room, beautifully bedecked for a wedding

I remember playing for a wedding years ago just after my return from South Africa at a very grand residence on the outskirts of my home town Denbigh.  Having been asked to meet the homeowners, the bride's parents, prior to the wedding to discuss arrangements (with hindsight maybe also to see if I was the type of harpist that would nick their family heirlooms), I remember my sense of excitement at working locally and at such an exclusive venue draining gradually throughout the day.  The first thing the bride, a beautifully haughty expensively bronzed brunette, asked me to do was move the heavy water-filled plastic base of the cheap tatty parasol they deemed to provide me.  I felt the upwards surge of my indignation as I lugged this ridiculous object along the gravel outside their luxury abode.  I felt embarrased for them that their budget didn't stretch to something more chicly adequate than this pathetic umbrella with its garish 1970's design that would barely provide enough shade for me let alone my harp in the midday sun on a hot July day.  I also felt embarrassed that the bride would ask me to drag a heavy weight that left a trench-like trail through the stone chippings just as I was about to a play a long set of music.  I should have told her to do it herself in her exquisite designer dress.  Needless to say, I ended up playing in the hot and sticky open fronted marquee.  If I'd played under that parasol I'd have been sunburnt within half an hour never mind the sun damage to my harp.  To this day I don't play outside at weddings, although marquees are ok.  It just doesn't work in this unpredictable climate even if I had the inclination to have one of those big fancy iPads, which I don't, and somebody to put all my music on it.  Anyway, I digress.  It was a memorable day for all the wrong reasons.  I even got road raged as I desperately tried to leave their posh property - they had altered the access to accommodate their guests' swish and swanky convoy of prestige cars and SUVs in their extensive grounds.

Welcome

Historic Yorkshire architecture

Not so at Wortley Hall!  After I arrive and set up, I'm always offered a hot drink even though I usually bring my own.  None of this silver platter nonsense, it's a mug from the kitchen and I love that.  I'm treated as an equal.  Time flies past way too quickly and I often feel a pang of guilt when my five minute break stretches to eight as I get engrossed in my thoughts either sitting outside on the peaceful patio as my guests enjoy their dinner or, weather depending, tucked away in one of the quiet boardrooms with their bountiful bookshelves.  When I'm not distracted by those blissful views, the ample reading material or the last resort of my mobile phone, I get lost in my inner conversations and find myself musing that if I ever got married, it would be here, except that it will be in Las Vegas or some quiet registry office with my cat as my witness!  Boy, she'd love it here.  Maybe I could go on honeymoon to one of their lovely looking holiday cottages?  Or a couple of nights' stay in one of their cosy looking rooms?  The beds look enticing as I walk past the open doors of the rooms being prepared for the next lucky guests.  Then there's the ducks which have quite rightly set up residence at this perfect pick location.  They're more often than not my quirky quacking welcoming committee and it doesn't feel quite right if I don't see them during my visit which always feels too brief, even after the longest wedding.  The aromas emanating enticingly as I wheel my harp through the thoughtfully named Ruddy Duck restaurant get me salivating and planning a trip for Sunday lunch.  Their Yorkshires look like flying saucers.

Hidden

Peaceful corners

I often wonder with some relief why this hidden gem isn't heaving with guests.  Maybe its comfortingly retro vibe with the disappointingly reassuring wood chip wallpaper amongst a host of intriguing vintage features hasn't elevated it to the five star status it deserves and hopefully doesn't get.  Don't get me wrong.  It makes me think of a wonderful curry house I frequented in Manchester which had similar decor.  When it underwent its stark slick neon facelift I swear the food tasted different, as though its warm flavour and convivial soul had been sucked out of it.  When I imagine the maintenance and upkeep of this place, my eyes water. How do they do it?  The ceiling in the exceptionally beautiful dining room must take a fortune for it to retain its intricate original stained glass glory along with its characterful painted flora and fauna.  The heating bill in the cooler months must be eye watering too as all the windows are original sash, thank goodness.  I can't imagine it has many ghosts as there is always a good energy there and a healthy feeling of history which makes me feel a bit nostalgic whenever I leave.

Breathtaking

Far reaching views

Love seat

with just a bit of a view

Glorious

Shadow and light