Songs from a lazy summer, songs that write themselves, songs that fall out of the blue and into my head, songs that you catch in the ether.
These are little strange songs looking for a home, floating in on the breeze and carrying sand and sea with them. There is something beautifully loose and instinctive here, songs written unintentionally and left to be exactly what they are.
Just songs, in the best sense. Unforced, open-hearted and quietly transportive, they drift in gently and stay with you.
