We’ve just returned from a couple of weeks in Cornwall and Devon. It has been great. Meeting up with old friends, walking through fabulous countryside, visiting Neolithic sites, castles and places of beauty. Sharing food and drink. Reaffirming old friendships. Life affirming.
As you become older some things become more important. Friends that you have shared thoughts, ideas and experiences with are part of you. Friends that are no longer with us are still there in our hearts but their absence is felt.
Back home we are unpacking, picking up the pieces, weary but glowing. I’ll share some of the thoughts, photos and dreams of our roadtrip with you over the coming weeks. It’ll be nice unpacking them.
How much we change over the years. I’d love to meet with my young mad idealistic self. I sometimes catch glimpses.
I thought I’d go back to those heady days of 1964/65 when I were but a lad. Those were the days when bands like The Who, Kinks, Smallfaces, Yardbirds, Birds, Poets, Them, Nashville Teens, Downliners Sect, Measles, Animals, Pretty Things, Others, Paramounts, and, of course, The Stones and Beatles, were all starting out. Every week it was like a new sound exploded on the scene. I was fourteen/fifteen and I loved it.