The Wrong Trousers

All you are is a fleeting thought in someone’s head, and someday they stop having you.

We went on holiday this summer to Westward Ho!, as we did last year. For no reason I could possibly hope to explain, being there puts me at ease and unwinds the vagrancy of my soul. I could really do with some of that peace right now. I wrote a song about the feeling of finding a person and a place that make home, and this is how it ends.

Meet me at Clovelly Cross

And waltz me down that hill

When it feels like all is lost

We can find each other still

In between the sand and stars

Is where we find out who we are

No, I don’t know no place like home

But I know where to go

Westward Ho!