Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author

While visiting a rather delightful bohemian café in Ventnor, I saw an advert for a chap who would pay cash for old LP records.  For the past 35 years we’ve had stacks of them in our loft, sitting there in boxes and doing nothing.  I rang the number given and the chap seemed very keen, so I told Sam to bring the records with him when he returned on the ferry from taking the grandchildren home.  He thought it was a good idea to get some money for them, as practical as ever, he said that our sons would probably just chuck them in a skip after our deaths (yep, he is so right)!

Over to the Island came Sam on Thursday night with 3 large storage boxes of LPs – some of them 40 years old.  There were even duplicates, where we had each bought the same record before…