A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
Her Final Gig
We're on in a couple of hours. Everything is set. Words rehearsed, Dad's house set for the party afterwards.
It's heartbreaking, but it'll be a gig she'd have been proud of.