Ah, the perils of being first up the Piedra San Martín early on a chilly, misty morning. The overnight deposits sit like mines on the tarmac, detonating under tyres, sending slurry shrapnel far and ...
I can’t put the feeling into words, but I try for the sake of the song ... When she sings “May you dream you are dreaming in a warm soft bed…and may the voices inside you that fill you with dread make ...