These were happy days. We'd walk the dogs Willow and Charlie, swim the North Sea, and retire, teeth a chattering, to the village's only pub for warmth and sustenance. We fitted the recordings around these larks and before we knew it had the sense of an album. We later took the recorded sketches back to the more palatial Norbury Brook studios in London.
We decided to limit the musical palate to primary colours and resolved to doing most everything ourselves.
The only folk we invited into the cave were drummer Mike Pickering
Pedal Steel maestro Melvin Duffy
and vocalist Lucinda Drayton.
We added to the album over the course of the year and then Marcus beavered away on arrangements and production, whilst I worked on my tennis game.
Marcus and I are both pretty proud of this one. It wasn't pre-planned. It just kind of... evolved. There is no concept: other than a recognition of the benefits of retreat. I think that we'd both been a bit frazzled by the enforced withdrawal imposed upon us by lockdown. We regathered ourselves; learned to let the outside in. And then we took the coast roads. East of Ely. Shore bound.
Hi Trevor… is there music on this page?
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