All I can tell you about this photo is that I took it in January last year when we were holidaying in Cornwall. It is strange to write “holidaying in Cornwall”. Of course it is exactly what we were doing, but as someone who spent my formative years in West Penwith (and yes those years did a great deal of forming) then I would like to think there are special tendrils pulling me west. Is it natural to crave to return to the source of the stream? I don’t know. All I do know is that I feel more of connection with Cornwall than to anywhere else in the world. Sometimes I envy those with a strong heritage, born and bred, but in reality I imagine that there are more of us gypsies out there, those who never quite belong anywhere. Citizens of the world perhaps. Surely that can’t be a bad thing. It is just that sometimes I would like to be able to sing the songs.