Based on a lifelong recurring dream that started my last Christmas before we moved from my home town at 17, plus a loose thread of real events that changed it over time. I try to walk down a road to a village that I have walked a hundred times, the hedgerows grow either side, the road turns to dirt and I am in a place which wouldn't look out of place in Keith Carter's photography book 'Bones'. The bar room verse was based on a real event, I don't know what the lady said, but I have never again seen a grown man suddenly look so frail and vulnerable. Played on Haystack Banjos "The Devil's Own" Banjo by Ray White of Haystack Banjos who is a superb guitar/banjo maker. The brass banjo skin hanger started life as a porthole on a boat wreck, which Ray salvaged in '67. (Song 24).