Now's as good a time as any to look forward to summers past. Moving at a gentle even pace through hazy nostalgia for worry-free, school-less days, Richard James brings the whoozy campfire psychedelics; Euros Childs his gift for fab four melody and all round joie de vivre.
Drift away into the blue.
Oddi wrth y brawd
let those blue skies
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Though this record post-dates the time by fifteen years, it retro-cons times of drinking and smoking and raising the Earth Goddess of Cowgrove's fields in Dorset's pagan lowlands.
In South Wales this was followed by early autumns spent scouring wet fields at dawn...
Ah, yes. I remember a few Free Festies in South Wales; Cold, damp, autumn foraging mornings. I remember them well... well a bit.
Yeah, it's amazing how many of us seemed to lose a contact lens in some pasture or other at 7 o clock on a dewy September morning only to spend the next hour or so bent double looking for it.
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