I may have to post the cyclamen picture separately, its on my phone and I can't load it onto my laptop because, duh, I forgot the lead. I guess there is a way but hey, I had to get help to take my iPod off single song repeat today so getting cloud stuff sorted is a whole new gig. And also its a wee bit disappointing because as well as the cyclamen picture, I have a picture of me with tubes in my arm and a picture of Winchester Cathedral in the dark and an email from an Afghan doctor (connected to the tube in my arm) who needs help with his English (don't we all - and I have promised to help him), curious connections huh? Well it was a long day and as I have said before, I live a busy life. Last night, as Wednesday flipped into Thursday I was playing this guitar (pictured) and some memories flooded back. In 1968 I was thirteen going on fourteen. I had been playing guitar for a couple of years and looking for songs and ideas and I heard this (below) on the John Peel show, Oh! Its so easy to forget how wonderful it was hearing it for the very first time and then hearing it now. Not for everyone, the Spanish guitar weaving through, and the flute which was derigour those days, but it is for me, 'beside you... you breathe in you breathe out...' - and I am thinking that these two lines are the opening to some thing bigger, a bigger piece, perhaps:
But it is for me
beside you
