Sailing by (Ronald Binge) live BBC Concert Orchestra. Shipping Forecast ...

Yes, yes...that is how it felt. As the words tumble from my radio by chance as I awoke in the night...the ramblings of an unknown woman from her journal dated 1956 March and the years surrounding then. A heady feeling hearing an accurate portrayal of what I struggled to say in the past on this blog. When a whole new existence and life is created while the old vein continued...somewhere, to be felt but not lived...yet...but has been well returned to today. I haven't written like this for sometime. See how my sentences are convoluted, The old me...awaken by a piece of unknown literature in the dead of night. And without a chance to gather my thoughts I'm propelled to more acute feelings, memories, by the proceeding shipping forecast introductory theme music, itself always triggering the memories of that past existence. The conductors name is purely coincidental too...?


O.K I shall trying and find out today, this morning, just what this radio program was about...