"Post Hamburg we played a festival in Germany, in a town I have completely no idea the name of (how entirely nescient of me). But, true, it was on the coast and there was a beach!, a true opal to the weary eye and a complete rarity when touring Europe.
This beach I talk of made me somewhat nostalgic for home, and for a moment a tear swelled in my eye, although upon recollection I’m quite certain the tear arose, not from my yearning for home, but instead was a direct result of the ravaging winds, lashing at the senses.
Walking the pier was a task in itself, requiring all of ones might just to hold steady without toppling over the edge, never to be seen again. It is for this reason alone I absolutely resolve to never return here, and how truly lucky it is, after all!, that I cannot recall the location of this wind ravaged beach…"
(Source: mickmanmoose.blogspot.com, via lucidoddity)
