Well Reg is getting quite political the country is falling to bits around him, along with the roads. The taxwoman is after everything he has worked hard for and to hopefully leave his children to make their life a little easier than his was. But…

Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

developing a new technique, playing with two slides on left hand, first and third finger. "Desert" tuning: CGDEGD

just before I played these sounds :)