The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes.MARCEL PROUST
If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is: Infinite. WILLIAM BLAKE
Wanderer, there is no way; the way is made by walking. ANTONIO MACHADO
Sunday, 10 February 2013
The Tannahill Weavers
Back from seeing Scottish traditional folk band The Tannahill Weavers in the village hall at Dry Doddington, a village near us. They closed with this version of Auld Lang Syne by Robbie Burns. There was not an empty seat, and everyone had a great time.