The Home Episode

1:00...and time. The intro song that you heard was written a long time ago, was written by a soldier who had survived the battle of Sheriff Mier. And all he wanted to do was go home. And that is what that song is about. He just wants to go home to his catafold in Kentaya. The drone that you can hear in the background is by my friend Ian Kinneer. He is the most amazing bagpipe maker. One of the few traditional bagpipe makers still working in our area. And I'm very grateful to him for providing that drone and helping keep me in tune. So thank you Ian.

2:04Welcome to the Scottish Book Podcast. I am your host, I am Lim Budd, Storyteller. And this episode is all about home and concepts of home. It's something I think about a lot, how we connect to our home. What makes something home? Is it the place, the language, the culture, the people? There's so many aspects to it. So I don't think I'm going to capture everything in this one episode. It's not possible. But I wanted to explore some of the themes and some of the thoughts that have come up recently about this idea of home. And so the stories today are kind of around that concept. What makes something home? Gardening is where you are from in the world. There are three types of story. This is something that the folklorists, very famous folklorists Joseph Campbell used to say. There are the government stories, the religious stories, and the stories from the village.

3:09Now Joseph Campbell would say that the first two, the government stories and the religious stories are the most important stories. And the stories from the village are purely for entertainment, the folk stories. That's not something that I agree with. Because you see the first two, they're always about providing top-down, authoritative information. And to tell you what is thought of as being good politics to know. About the third one, the stories of the village, I feel that they tell you everything else, those folk stories. They're about normal people. And the government stories and the religious stories, those are the stories that wars are fought over. But the stories of the village, the folk stories, these are the ones that bring people together. This is where we find parity with lots of different cultures from all over the world. Over the last two years, I've been working with the organizers and members of the International Speaking Club in Mantrus.

4:09All different people come to this club from asylum seekers and folks looking to improve their language skills, to folks interested in learning about other cultures. At this group I've seen time and time again, how connected our stories are and the possibilities they have for connection too. Recently we did a story's scrapbook project, which was this wonderful collection of collage art that everyone made to illustrate a story from our respective cultures. And I was really blown away by how much parity there was between our stories. And I think there's something very important and special about that. A few months ago I was talking to a teenager there. She was really excited to be studying and learning to drive. Because there had been a regime change in her home country. Girls had been banned from attending school and from having driving lessons.

5:12And women who protested against this were arrested and many have since gone missing. Things like that can change your idea about what home means. Concept. Here in Scotland we have this concept of du chas. It's a word that describes our feeling of belonging to or being connected to our land and culture. This is something deeply embedded in us. And I'm sure other cultures have their own words for the same thing. So I went looking for some. I found two similar ones in Welsh. Here I have, which I hope I've pronounced properly, which means a deep longing for home, a place, or a country to which you belong. It's like feeling a sense of grief almost for a lost place or a way of life. They may or may not have ever existed. And there's another one that they have in Welsh called Ka Niven.

6:14And it means feeling at home in a place you've never been before. I really love those words. I do like words. It's always fun when there is a word that describes a feeling that's complicated. This first story is a love story. Because sometimes you find that place, that feeling of home in somebody else. And it goes like this. The Faeries lament. There was once a handsome young man of the she, the Faeries, the Good Niebars. And he was out cutting brahian that the edge of the woods when he saw the most beautiful human maiden he had ever seen in his whole life.

7:14She heard a rustle in the brahian, got down off her horse and came closer to see what was there. And outstep the young Faerie man. And was he not just the most handsome man she had ever seen. If there was ever such a thing as love at first sight, will it happen to them and it happened then and there? They swore to meet each other every day in the same spot at the edge of the woods. And so they did. And every day they fell deeper in love with one another. And then one day, curious about where their daughter was going every day, her mother and father followed her and saw her meet with the Faerie youth. And when she returned that evening, they forbade her from ever seeing him again. She refused. They fought. And then they locked her in her room. And they strung amber beads and rummberies all around the house to prevent him from entering.

8:15When she did not arrive at their usual meeting point, he sent a black bird who landed on her window sill. She knew at once the bird was from him and told the bird everything that she and he could never be. And heartbroken, she sent the bird back to him. When the bird gave him the news, he felt a sadness he had never known before. And the story goes that he was often heard at the edge of the woods singing a song in Gallic, which we know as the Lullaby Hamiski. The translation of the first verse is, I am tired and I am alone cutting the bracket, cutting the bracket. I am tired and I am alone forever cutting the bracket.

9:22I am the scared sweet only when I run up the lane. When I first had my son, I was weeks in the house and the thought of leaving to go anywhere was scary, painful and medically not recommended. After a while, I began to feel a little trapped, and we were a bit of cabin fever creeping in. And one of the things that took me out of that was going outside and speaking to other people. And it was around about this time I got very interested in changeling studies. And this one I am about to tell you is one that I quite like and it is very different from the normal ones. If you are familiar with Scottish changeling studies, what normally happens in them is a woman has her own child swapped for a fairy child.

10:22And then she has got to find a way to get her own child back. And mostly what happens is there is a male figure, often a maker like a cobbler, a blacksmith, a tailor, and he comes in and helps the woman. This story is a wee bit different, so I hope you like it. And it is called, well I know it to be called, the changeling and the whales. And it goes like this. Netta was by the seashore picking muscles and singing to her baby, who she had left in a basket on the sand. But Netta's back was turned, so she didn't see the change take place. She heard it though. Her child went from being a quietly sleeping contented baby to a screaming crying, angry sounding baby, all of a sudden. Netta ran over and picked up her child to come for him but straight away she saw he was not hers.

11:23Her baby had been plump and happy with golden curls, this baby was thin and strangely old looking with thick dark hair and seemed to be in a rage. No amount of food would content him, no amount of singing would console him. She gave up muscle picking for the day and took him home. And the moment she was in the door she put the baby down and took her husband aside and told him what had happened, that their child had been swapped for a changeling. There has been no ought to do, we must trick the fairy into admitting he's not Imeros he said. And so Netta took some egg shells and thread and sat by the crying baby, sewing the egg shells together. All the while telling him she was making him a pair of shoes. The fairy child stopped his crying, sat up and began to laugh. Long have I lived in the she-mound and never have I seen a pair of shoes made this way. Ah ha cried Netta and her husband. And so Netta took the child back to the seashore and she put the fairy child on the sand but she herself stood on the tide line just to be safe.

12:29And then she called for the fairy child's mother to return her baby, her real baby. The fairy mother did appear and sat Netta's own child on the sand by the fairy child. Netta rushed forward and took her child in her arms, weeping tears of joy. And then she turned to the fairy mother and asked why she had done such a thing and the fairy mother sighed. I wanted my child to grow as plump and as happy as you, as she said. Netta looked closely at the fairy woman and then the words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. If you leave your child with me, I will raise them both as brothers for Netta had a soft heart. The fairy woman agreed and so it was. The two boys were raised together as brothers. And both grew strong and happy. Netta's husband taught them his trade which was fishing. And though both had natural skill, the fairy boy seemed to be able to sing the fish into the nets. And sad was the day when the fairy mother came at last, came to collect her boy and the family watched her sail away with him in her cortical.

13:39Not long after that, the father and son were out on the sea fishing, went from nowhere a huge storm began. Boiling black clouds rolled over the sea and the wind raised the waves. The father and son worked hard to keep the boat afloat but began to grow weary. On the shore looking out to sea was the fairy boy, now a young man and he saw his foster father and foster brother. He saw their boat being thrown closer and closer to the rocks. They were out to sea, he was far too far away to get to them and so he began to sing. Just as he normally did to get the fish into the nets but this, well this was a different song, a lower, slower song. And the whole time he was keeping his eyes on the boat at sea as he sang. And then it happened, a great, grey back of a whale appeared at each side of the boat.

14:41The whales were steadying the boat and keeping it away from the rocks. The wind and the waves kept howling, kept crashing and the fairy man kept singing and the whales kept the boat steady. And when the storm finally eased the fairy man stopped singing, the whales sank back deep into the water and the father and son sailed safely to shore. And great was their joy at seeing the fairy man, their son and brother, their family from the other world. The hearth has often been thought of traditionally as being the heart of the home. And a lot of the time the heart of the home has been in the kitchen which makes perfect sense. This time of year when the weather is turning in Scotland, it's starting to get a wee bit colder, autumn is upon us.

15:43There is a wonderful folk tradition of singing or saying a prayer or a poem to the fire as you light it, treating it as a spirit of its own. Something to give respect to and to care for so that it can care for you. This next story includes this wonderful little folk tradition and I hope you enjoy it. There was once a Briekin Bruntie, a blacksmith called Tam, and he was trying to get his fire started but the charcoal was damp and it wasn't lighting. He was about to just give up for the day when there was a knock at the door and in came an old woman. She told Tam she'd been having bother with the good neighbours, feedies, stealing milk from her best co, and to stop them, she needed Tam to make her an iron horseshoe, quenched in milk.

16:43I'd gladly help you said Tam, but the calls were damp and the fire wouldn't light so I kind of make anything the day. The old woman walked inside sat by the cold forage and peered at the calls, and then she began to sing. The old woman walked inside sat by the cold forage and peered at the calls, and then she began to sing. And as she sang the calls began to smoke and then spark and the fire seemed to suddenly spring to life with its flames dancing merrily. As soon as it was hot enough, Tam made her the horseshoe and it was quenched in trough water mixed with milk from the old lady's best cow.

17:50Such shapes appeared in the rising steam from the quenching trough, the likes of which Tam had never seen before or since. What payment do you want for the shoe as the old lady? Not money says Tam, but teach me your fire blessing, and so it was. From that day, Tam was always able to sing his fire to life, and as for the old woman, she hung the horseshoe over her cow's fire, and as long as it hung there, the fairies could not get so much as a drop of milk without asking first that is. This next story kind of continues from that idea of how your sight changes, or how something that you've seen changes how you think about home. And well, there's probably quite a lot of kids there about it, but I'm going to let the story do the talking, and I hope you enjoy it.

19:00The second sight of the singing spinner. Ely was a spinner woman who had the gift of second sight. She could see into the other world, and if she focused on thinking about a specific person, she could tell you where they were and what they were doing at that moment. These visions did not appear on their own, to see them she had to sing, and once she had let go of everything but the melody, only then did the sight come upon her. And one day she had a knock at her door, and in came the layered's wife. The layered had been travelling by ship to the mainland, but the ship had been lost in a storm, and although there had been word of other survivors, the layered had not been counted among them. She must know if he's alive, she told Ely, sing for me and tell me what you see, and she placed a gold coin on the table between them.

20:00Ely began to sing, and as the melody filled her mind, the layered's wife and the room around them slipped away, and in this place she saw a cottage by the sea. Inside the cottage were two lovers, and they were kissing. The woman she did not recognise, but who should demand be, but the layered himself. Ely stopped singing and opened her eyes with the start. She knew the layered's wife to be a proud woman, and the chances of her believing what Ely had seen were slim. So Ely pushed the gold coin back across the table, back to the layered's wife, and then told her where she could find the cottage by the sea. Your husband is there, she said, and there are some things you must see for yourself.

21:00There are some local stories here which really intrigue me when I say here, I mean Angus where I live. These stories are about time slips. This is a phenomenon where some place or a building that you've been familiar with suddenly changes, like you see it completely differently. You step outside expecting to see the main road, but instead you see a sprawling forest or a river. There have been all kinds of stories all throughout Scotland and also the UK of people experiencing these things. One of the ones that's local to me was about a woman who was walking home late one night, her car had broken down, and she walked by the side of this hill. And suddenly she saw hundreds of people holding tortures, and they were charging at each other. They were going to have a battle. She was absolutely terrified, and for a few moments she had no idea what to do and she stood still, and then the scene completely changed again.

22:08And everything was as it was, quiet night time hill, no warriors, no tortures, no nothing. She walked home very quickly that night, I can tell you. This next story is about someone's vision changing as well. And I think this is a really interesting idea that suddenly your idea of home or how you see your home and how you see the place where you live can change. It doesn't always have to be a supernatural occurrence, but this next story is all about that, and I hope you enjoy it. The Sears Bones There is no veil in Scottish folk belief. Our world and the other world are together all the time, entangled with one another, and although most of us cannot see into the other world, there are those who can.

23:11And you might think this to be a gift, but often people felt it to be more of a curse. Alistar was the herdsman for the lair, and every day he woke it down and worked until sunset. He finished work exhausted, and he'd slump by the fire with barely enough energy to go to bed. And that's how life was for him, day after day, until one night, the lair derived to Dallas' door. One of the cows had broken loose, and it had been seen at the crossroads by the peat bog. Alistar had to go and fetch it. And he wasn't happy about it. The night was murky and cold with a thick fog, making it impossible to see more than a meter ahead of his feet. As he got to the crossroads, he heard noises, the crunching of bones, the tearing of meat. He held up his lantern and saw much larger shadowy crouched figure, with long, sinewy arms, dining in the carcass of the now dead cow.

24:14And this creature saw Alistar, and stood up, eight-foot tall it was, with gleaming eyes. I've come for the cow, Alistar whispered in terror, and the creature spoke in a gargling hissing voice. I'll tag the meat, you tag the bones, and a gift for me. Alistar must have agreed, for he returned home at dawn with nothing but whatever bare bones of the cow were left, and then he collapsed, and he slept for three days. And when he woke up, he found he now had the second sight. He could see things no one else could, visions of things yet to be. This was the gift, or curse, to see into the other world. He became the layered seer, and daily life became much more comfortable for him, for a time. However, with each new moon, the creature's blood-curdling huffles, hair, and piercing the night, and Alistar would find himself walking out through fields and forests, following the sound, to meet with the creature once more.

25:23And they say that's why Alistar's body was found the way it was, at the crossroads, by the peat bog, just as bones stripped of all meat. And no one would tag his bones away, in case his gift came with them. So they buried him there, where he lay, and on dark murky nights, when the creature's cries are heard once more, they are thankful they did. I recently went along to the story-land session at Newton Moore to tell some stories, and this was one of the stories that I told, it's a Stanley Robertson story, and it's my version of it. And since telling it, I've been asked to retell it quite a few times, so I thought I would record it, and it goes like this. The The The The The The Jack lived with his mother, and they were very poor. So poor in fact they couldn't afford to pay the rent. The

26:24Lear to his own landlord arrived at their door one day to collect the money, but they had to tell him they couldn't pay. Will you better pay up by tomorrow morning, or I'll throw you both out the house? Yeah, I was the Lear, and then he wandered off to collect more rent elsewhere. All what's deep, Jack's mother was in, all we do, Jack, she said, ring in her hands. I'll go see if I can find work somewhere, says Jack, and he starts to head out the door. And his mother stopped some in Gisemabanaak to take with him for the journey. So off he sits, but everywhere he tries, there's no work to be had. He starts his journey, he began, and suddenly he begins to feel extremely depressed, about everything, and he sits doing on a rock by the woods. He takes out the Banak his mother gave him, and he just stares at it, not even the heart to eat it. Hello, hello, says we voice, and Jack looks up to see a handsome red fox sitting beside him. He gonna eat that, says the fox looking at the Banak. Oh, now you can have it, says Jack, and the fox gobbles up the Banak, quick as a flash.

27:28And then he looks up at Jack and asks, who is Trevor and you? So Jack tells the fox, all this travels about the rent, and no money, and being thrown out. Oh, says the fox, that's not Trevor the tall. You see this is a very special season. This is the season when all the trees pull their roots out of the ground, and they dance. And the holes where those roots have been, they're all full of gold and jewels and riches, the lakes at which you've never seen in your puff. And all you have to do is go along there to the woods at midnight, wait until the trees pull their roots out to dance, and then you got to leap into the holes, fill your pockets and name air, and then get out, because the trees return to their holes at the first crack adorn. And if you stay any longer in those holes, you'll be crushed beneath the trees. Well, Jack wasn't issued about that story, but he thought he'd get a go, what had he to lose? So off he goes to the woods, and he waits until midnight, and he's nearly falling asleep, when suddenly he hears this tremendous tearing up of roots and rumbling of air than a strange music filling the air.

28:39And he sees the trees pull their roots from the ground, join branches with the other trees, and he watches mesmerized as together all the trees and the wood begin to dance together to the melody of this strange music. In fact, he's so mesmerized, he nearly forgets why he's there, but then he remembers, and he looks into the holes and wow, he's not treasurest lying in the earth, gold jewels. He leaps in and fills his pockets, but name air, and then he claims it just in time to see the first crack adorn and the trees coming back to their holes, and then bum. There they stand again, still as if they'd never moved. Jack runs all the way home, he bursts in the door, and he tells his mother all about the fox and the trees, and she's no idea what he's gibbering on about, and then he shows her the treasure he's brought back.

29:39It's more than enough to pay the rent, it's enough to buy the house and the land it sits on. Right on cue, there's a knock at the door, and sure enough it's the load. Right he says, give me the rent or you're out in your ear, and Jack proudly gives them a wee bag of gold and jewels, and he says, I'll be buying the house and the land it sits on. Thank you very much. The lair doesn't know what to think, he goes from delight at seeing the treasure, to anger, to curiosity. All right Jack, he says, consider it a deal, but only if you tell me where you got all this money from. Oh, says Jack, it was easy. You see this is the season when the trees lift themselves up, who are the ritty holes, and they dance about, and those holes they leave behind while they're full of gold and jewels and riches alike, so which you've never seen in your puff, and all you have to do is go along there to the woods at midnight,

30:40and then you wait until the trees pull their roots out to dance, and then you have to leap into the holes and because much treasure as you can. Well the lair wasn't sure he believed this story, but then look at all the treasure Jack had found, and what did he have to lose and try? All right Jack, I'll get a go, says the lair. Is there any other canals I need to know? Jack thinks long and hard about this. No, he says. So after the lair goes to the woods and he waits until midnight, and he's nearly falling asleep and suddenly he hears this tremendous tearing of roots and rumbling of air and a strange music filling the air. He looks up and he says the trees pull their roots from the ground, join branches with the other trees and he watches mesmerized as together all the trees in the woods begin to dance together to the melody of this strange music. In fact he's so mesmerized he nearly forgets why he's there, but then he remembers and he looks in the holes and wow, what treasures lie in the earth?

31:48Gold jewels, he leaps in and fills his pockets, he fills his bag, he fills his jumper, he fills his socks and shoes, he's so busy filling his cell up with treasure, he doesn't need notice the music slowing or the first crack it on or the trees returning to their holes and then boom. And all was still once more and that as they say was that. I really love this next story because it encapsulates that idea that almost something you feel both physically and spiritually and it goes like this.

33:23Now there was no better fisherman than Tam. Each fine fishing day he was out on the water from Don to dusk and he was a weather wiser, too, he could tell what the weather would do throughout the day. It was just why when he was out on the boat one day he noticed a change in the birds that meant a storm was coming, he pulled up his nets and got ready to head home, but the storm was quicker than him and soon his boat was being thrown this way and that by the giant waves. He was thrown into the sea and lost consciousness. He woke up in a strange bed, in a strange house, in a strange land, he'd been rescued by local people but he had no idea where he was. He didn't recognise the name of the people's island and neither he nor the island folk had any idea how he would ever get home. After many failed attempts he gave up, he made a home for himself in this new place. He got married, had a family, lived a long happy life there.

34:31When he was a very old man, blind and dying, his children asked him if he had any final wish and he said it was to be buried on the island he'd been born on. So his youngest son and he got into a boat and he put his hand in the water and with every fish that went through his fingers, Tam would give a direction to his son and they sailed through the water that way until Tam felt the skills of a familiar boat. He knew he was home, straight on he shouted and sure enough they reached the shore of his island, at last. The home is not just a place for a living and sleeping in, but sometimes it can be a completely different environment like woodlands or mountains.

35:35The sea feels like home to me and that's the only way I can describe it. When I was young I was desperate to be a mermaid of some kind. I watched the old Jacques Castell films and I would gaze for hours at underwater photographs in magazines and books. Once I had a book of underwater photography and on one page there was a photograph of a humpback whale. That was the moment I decided I wanted to learn how to scuba dive and I did. I learned in the North Sea in St. Habs and Imost. They opened up an entire new world to me and then many years later when I was traveling around Australia, I was underwater one day with a marine biologist and we were searching for a very specific type of sponge I think that she could photograph. And suddenly everything seemed to get very dark and we heard this incredible noise. It sounded like a great big door was opening underwater, a huge creaking noise.

36:44And then something was moving in front of us and it was so big I couldn't quite take it in what it was. And then I saw this great big eye. It was a humpback whale. The picture I had seen in that book years before and now it was suddenly alive and in front of me. And we were listening to this whale singing. It was far too big to take a photograph of so we didn't bother trying to photograph it. We just stayed in the water and we watched it and you know it was only when it swam away into the distance when we saw it's full size and we saw it's tail. And then we had to come up safely of course. And we got back to the boat the captain was jumping up and down and he was telling us that we'd missed the most incredible sight.

37:45Humpback whales had been going past the boat and we'd missed it and we laughed and said, we didn't miss it, we were there. And now I'm introducing my son to the sea, not diving, not yet. We're just kind of getting into the swimming room and the sea just now. In this summer we were very lucky because the weather was exceptionally good for Scotland. So most days we could go to the beach. There's been a very long introduction for him to meet the sea. It's a week, months, years, gosh it started when he was a baby just watching the sea and then toes dipping into the shallow waves and then knee deep. And now today standing beside me I can hold his hand as the water comes up to his shoulders and he screams delighted as the swell of the water picks him up and then puts him down again.

38:48And seeing the pure die on his face from experiencing this feeling for the first time is magic. They reminded me of a silky story. This story begins as so many silky stories do. A young fisherman was sat on the shore mending his nets. The sea was rough so no fish were likely to be caught that day. And then he saw her, a beautiful young woman but she was in trouble in the water. She was caught in a rip tide. She seemed to be struggling with the skin of some kind. At once he leapt up, waited into the pounding waves and cast his net out to her. She grabbed it just and held tight as he pulled her safely to shore. And then he saw that the skin she had been struggling with was her own, a seal skin, half on, half off, because she was a silky. After resting a little while she explained she had been mid-change between human and seal when she was caught by the current and then the waves. She was very grateful to the young man.

39:58And that is how the relationship began. He did not ask anything of her and she went back to the sea. Yet in that moment when their eyes had met a spark had been lit within each of their hearts and each day they would look for each other on the shore or at sea. And when they met sometimes, which of course they sometimes did, such a rush of butterflies filled their stomachs with joy. Then when he asked her to be his wife, she of course agreed without a second thought. He promised to always look after her, care for her, love her. In return he asked her to promise him one thing to never again return to the sea. Such a promise. Such a promise that goes against a wild creature's nature is a hard thing to make and even harder to keep. Because though her heart told her one thing, who she was, told her another and so soon she began to feel torn between two worlds.

41:00Just like that day when he had first met her halfway between seal and human and at the mercy of a punishing sea in between. And so often she gazed out to sea and sang of her longing to return home. Her skin was not hidden, it lay on their bed to cover and it kept them warm when cold nights. But she dared not put it on, she had made her promise and felt bound by it. One day she had a child and all her love of the sea she poured into this child and for a while that made things a little better. But her child was half selky and so likewise was bad from the sea. And no matter how kind the father, how nice the house, both the selky and her child felt a sadness that something was missing. The child did not know what that something was but the selky did.

42:01And so one day, unable to watch her child's sadness anymore, she broke her promise. The selky took her skin from the bed, ran down to the sea with her child and their sadness washed away with the waves. The När was gone. No, heavens no longer day by! The hey man took her done her moonlight, and she or the middle, thoughts so that it is like a blind man. j. Tavis. El Hock cannot become a kite, norieta swan oruk. A sea girl is not o' raven nor a magpai Tavis. We've come to the end of this episode and I think a lot of the stories and songs in it

43:02have been about a longing for home, which I believe is something very much entangled in our ideas of home, a longing for, a nostalgia for, a feeling of love and grief, a hope to return there to home. And whether that home is a person or a place, or somewhere in between memory and place, I hope some of the stories and songs shared with you in this episode struck a chord with you. And if you enjoyed this episode, well, please, shade it, tell your friends. Huge thanks to Laura Keere for her beautiful singing and incredible sound production. Thank you also to the wonderful heart playing of Helena de Cora. Laura and Helena are such talented musicians, and I'm so very grateful to be working with them. Thanks also to Ian Kenere, the brilliant backpipe maker and player,

44:02who helped me keep in tune and provided the wonderful drone and one of the first songs of this episode. Again, it's such a pleasure and joy to work with such talented folk and I'm very grateful for your time and friendship. If you're in the Angus area, I'm doing a live storytelling event on the 20th of September in Bereakin, Cathedral, it's part of the voice fest in Bereakin. A voice fest is Scotland's only fair trade festival. Fun fact, I'll put the link in the episode info for those who'd like to come along or who would like to hear more. Laura and I have plans for the next few episodes of Scottish Folk, so there's lots more stories and songs that are coming your way very soon. And in the meantime, you can find out what else we're up to by finding us on Instagram. I'll leave you now with this poem by Charles Murray.

45:03It's called Himworth. Hot youths ever as a ranger, new scenes ever as desire, Carl Diel, dupful or the stranger. Thanks for all hoiden in the fire. Midway, the wanderer is weary, fein he'd be turning in his prime. Himworth, the road that's never dreary, back with his heart as all the time. Thank you for listening.