Wales is a different country. They do things differently there. A year ago a dear Aunt died. I went to her funeral in Abergaveny with my brother and sister law. It was a beautifully prepared and delivered cermony for a beautiful and special person.
After the receptrion I stayed in a fantastic four star hotel and communed with my relatives. Then travelled back to Newcastle the next day across Welsh terraun towards Bristol . The Welsh language on train signs and rail announcements. Almost a call back to innocence and childhood. Oliver Postgate. Submarine.
Gorky's Zygotic Mynci evoke all this. Homeliness and warmth. Wonder. Barfundle transports the listener to enchatment and escape. Charm is the operative word.
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