Going To France with Transcargo feels like an age away, something that may have occurred in a different lifetime. Almost like a summer school holiday, the memory of which is brushed with a wash of sunshine.

We went away for 10 days, them to record some new material, me to record them. Before we knew it time took on a kind of looseness, became flexible, the days were long, punctuated only by breakfast, lunch and dinner (carefully adhered to by Emily), food basically, sustenance. It’s hard work having fun.

Transcargo made work like play and this made us feel like kids. This, I think is why it feels like so long ago, because the memories of this trip are located in the same place that holds my first crush, my first fight, my Millenium Falcon and my 3 stripe Adidas t-shirts. Fond memories.

NB. Oops I’ve kind of posted them in the right but wrong order, watch 1 of 7 first!!!