Smooth as gravel voice sucked from her soul hitting the notes that make me shiver. All at once we’re in a cloud Horn, sax - mighty sound they deliver. Henry’s cellar hot and loud
The music of this place; cuckoos and skylarks in conversation with the trees. Midges dance with glee at the sound and tree limbs wave in agreement with the wind.
I have a photo that shows what it was like. Me with Mexican moustache and dad still young. Up there on the mountain in that small, black and white frame. I am much younger and we are not
Don’t you just hate it when You are stuck in a jam on the M6, swapping lanes, crawling forward (The grey rain beating down hard) Don’t you hate it? Don’t you just hate it when