Monday, April 25, 2011


I had a wonderful afternoon walking around Oakwell hall's grounds & getting a little more in touch with my roots.

To be honest I feel rootless, a transient. This is the land of my birth but it feels a million miles from what I am used to. Hard to sit in a glade of tree's & listen to the sound of traffic, instead of Tui's.

Listening to:

Aluminium Primitive.

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