Somewhere it reaches the sea…
February 14, 2015. No comments.
Anyone who has been to my gigs recently will have heard the story about the day I jumped in the river… Two summer’s ago I was sitting at the bottom of the garden during a heatwave, feeling fed up about the fact that I needed to spend even more money on Betsy, when two ladies swam by. Yes, SWAM. And they were, shall we say…Getting On A Bit.
“It’s lovely!” they cried, “Come in!”
So I did.
It was the most refreshing and mood changing thing ever; all I could think was “WHY HAVEN’T I DONE THIS BEFORE?” I had lived there for years….and now I was about to move! So I swam every day that week, meeting neighbours I had never spoken to before… it’s an odd way to meet, treading water at the bottom of people’s gardens, but still…and making the most of it while it lasted.
However, they don’t call them kill-joys for nothing. There’s always someone who wants to point out all the dangers, reel off all the statistics, and wrap you up in cotton wool so you don’t get hurt. But we each have our own choices to make and you never know where things may lead if you follow that thread of bliss.
If those two ladies hadn’t invited me in – I wouldn’t have swam – and then written this song – and then recorded it – and played the harp that way – and we would never have heard Beth’s lovely cello solo at the end. More beauty all round. More joy. It spreads…
This is possibly my favourite song from the new record. It floated into being and it lifts my heart every time I hear it.