Warehouse: Songs and Stories.

We are very lucky living where we do.

Most of the houses in our village have their own Post Code. Our’s is a little more modest, but it’s all about ‘location, location, location’ apparently and we certainly have that.

At the end of our street is Cropston Reservoir. On my bicycle commute I pass it at either end of the day. For a few days each spring and again in the autumn, my journey coincides with the sunrise and sunset.

Now is that time of year, although this morning’s sunrise was a little below par…

April 20th, 2011.