Matt and Solly, his right hand dog, are continuing the build this morning. Yesterday we sunk a concrete post deep into the earth. It's helping tidy up a few eyesores in the garden too.
Meantime I'm recording. I found my old Yamaha FX500 and have been using the 'Sweep Gate' effect to make some sound patterns over which I have been singing 'There was an old woman tossed up in a basket'.
There are so many nursery rhymes that begin 'There was an old woman ... '. Children are fascinated by old women and they are compelling with their strange nick nacks and smells. What do they keep in their purses? And why? And why do their things smell so strange?