Fat fledgling under lilac.
Whistling brakes.
Bearded lady.
Driftwood shrine.
Double glazed tranquility.
Red wax droplets from handheld torches.
Black clad Cockney hangover.
Dreadlocked Irish marquee specialist.
Lots of water under bridge.
Away from the valley now.
At home for a while before Manchester tomorrow.
Lost my thread....the river?
