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Wednesday, 18 August 2010


August. The busy month when time flies by. I always have a feeling of anticipation because September is in the wings. In the days of innocence I remember long hot summers that seemed endless.School a distant memory. Days filled with cricket or football ,  bird watching, cycle rides eight miles to the nearest outdoor swimming pool.There were only one or two buses a day and we couldn't afford the fare anyway. Haymaking. Finding a lapwing's nest. What a gang we were. Stew Robert, Screwy Naylor, Ray Horan , Peter Outram , Morphy Richards, Chalky White, Smoky Ashton, Graham Ollerenshaw ,Nobby Clark. Evenings in the hay meadows just laughing ,playing hide and seek , cowboys and indians....sitting by the river watching the rainbow trout as they jumped for midges. The sun would set behind Mam Tor, the summer stars would slowly appear like magic before our young eyes. Beautiful . In the days before television , in the days before rock and roll- the 1950's.

reading: "electric eden"unearthing Britains visionary music by rob young

listening: "complete vanguard recordings" bill evans

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