A cruisy day
While we waited Jason began strumming his guitar working his way into full one man band mode with harmonica and tambourine by mid morning, we slowly slinked back to our warm beds to be rocked by the gentle melodies. I begsn drawing again, my sketchbook has been staring me with blank dissapproval for some weeks and it was a relief to reacquaint myself with my right brain’s wordless depths. a delicious breakfast on a cooking stove, hot tea and we realised how little we needed electricity if we lived a more low key life, and how wonderful it would be.
Laina had driven 6 hours that should have been 4 in a whiteout with a nervous natured dog. She was super stoked to relax and even more so to hear in detail how it is best to kill a chicken humanly for the table, people will always surprise you. Then the live musician bega to strum and whirled us away with his guitar, fingers impossibly fast and voice low and mellow. Then n the way home we met Sam’s beautiful dog Tyson who would not have a bar of us doing a side eyed bac away whenever we approached unless there were treats involved. Then home with Jason with Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros singing us into the night.