You Turn My Winter to Spring . . . This Must Be Love

After yesterday, we were ready for a bit of walking, so we went up to Queen's Wood, where we've been meaning to go for some time. Directly across from Highgate Wood, which we loved,

Queen's Wood is also a London oasis,
complete with a nice park café that we filed away for another day. In the evening, we went to a show at Luminaire, a wonderful venue conveniently located one trainride away. The Dreamers were the opening act, and they said it was their first show ever!

They were nice enough, with mellow songs and some French covers thrown in for good measure. Next up was Harvey Williams, a very earnest and odd performer (whom Bob happened to see the following day on the train).
Finally, the reason we were here: Rose Melberg (on the left, now a Vancouverite) playing her first UK show:
Although we enjoyed her performance, her old songs were the ones that stuck in our heads afterwards (the title of today's post is from one such song). In any case, Luminaire was a wonderful venue and we got to sit on the steps right in front of the stage for the entire show (odd that there would be steps there, I know). Throw in the smoking ban and the venue's rather vocal attitude toward the dreaded I've-come-to-this-show-to-talk person, who inevitably ends up standing right next to you while you're trying to hear your favourite band,
and it's definitely a place I hope to see a show again.