A collection of drawings made with tech pen on paper.

I turn the ignition key - the Joni Mitchell CD (won on EBay) starts to play. My thoughts are taken back onboard Catsup Meadow, the old narrow-boat that became our home; and it's summertime, moored in countryside, with Blue playing out over the willow tree reflections of the River Soar.


Motoring, roof down, absorbed by the music, my mind composes an imaginary letter (I can never send) to the girl who brought this soundtrack along, broke into my boat, and stayed; a message from a young man that no longer exists, for a young woman preserved by heart-felt memory.