Winter murk has descended with a vengeance here in London over the past couple of days - it's pissing down, the days hardly get light, and the temperatures are in single figures (with little prospect of improvement). Deep joy. I hate this time of year.
An appropriate moment, methinks, to transport ourselves away to somewhere gorgeous in the company of beautiful people - courtesy of those geniuses over at Soft Tempo Lounge...
Oh, that's better!
[Music: Soft Sell by Keith Mansfield; film: Day For Night (La Nuit américaine) (1973)]
Oh, I shall come back and listen to this first thing tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, there are blizzards on Exmoor!
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I thought there were always blizzards somewhere on Exmoor? Or is that the Baskerville Moors? Jx
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That's better
Soft tempo a cup of tea and a nice sit down.
In a waterproof hat. Jx
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