And yet again, I've been away for 6 months, but like a first love, I cannot step away. Family & relationships are defined parts of your life, but somehow, Follyfoot stands as part of that level of memory & experience.
I always remember being at a small country show. Traction Engines, Cows, Sheep et all, but wanting to get back to my Aunties house, just off the field where the show was, to watch Follyfoot. Around 1972. Still smell the musty grass that inhabits a marquee, the echoing sounds of the tannoy & the desire to get back to aunties in time to watch Follyfoot.
Links to the past, that follow you through life. Never go's away. Ever.
