This was another song written on our trip to France. We were sat by the little river running past our cottage (and we say ‘our’ because one day, it will be). We quickly recorded a demo of it, which when listening to it now sends us into a spiral of nostalgia (we just looked up plane tickets - they were expensive). We wrote the lyrics at Kerry’s house in Colchester whilst waiting for Kerry’s Dad to rustle up a culinary storm. 

Attached is a recording from Peter’s phone and some photos of us writing the song in France.