Unusual to hear a folk song in the form of a waltz. About and for England. But with everyone else dragged in to England's mess. I voted to Remain, and I shall again. However, many of those people who voted Remain just think in terms of their easy access to Europe, holidays, etc.., work.., which has become almost casual.
They're not interested in, for example, the jobs-decimated fishing communities in Scotland, or the strawberry fields of Hampshire that disappeared when industrial strawberries flooded in from Europe. And the fields then built over by property developers.
Where I live, in Somerset, some strawberries are still grown locally. I can barely afford to buy them. They're for well heeled locals, and tourists on their way past the roadside fruit stalls.
Of the farmers' market in the local square of Axbridge, I once asked a neighbour.....
"Do you buy anything there ?"..
He replied... " What, you mean the farmers market for rich people ?".
Something gone wrong when local people cannot participate in the local economy.
And something gone wrong when food banks are the norm.
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If you're leaving please still say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave me
My silver jubilee mug
My old flag
My dark woods
My sunrise
If you’re leaving can you please say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave your number
I’ll pack my case
And get in a cab
And wave you goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave your number
I’ll pack my case
And get in a cab
And wave you goodbye
I drive in the early hours down to the sea
I stand on the beach where the storms amplify
All the voices that I care for
And the ghosts I hold sacred
I stand on the beach where the storms amplify
All the voices that I care for
And the ghosts I hold sacred
