the waves crash relentless of course at the rocks in the bay, mauling and thrashing incessantly today a day of rain and wind, swell, ’great expectations’ and a bar of chocolate and more wind.. howling up

 and so it was the week gone saw meself heddin’ off to the Spanish island of Ibiza to re-visit old pals met i whence there in 2004 with the grail lads. not too much changed as such, still hot, still nice, dustier a touch as a big hoor of a motorway is gettin plonked in [...]