There’s a familiar crackle.. The Gramophone is about to begin playing and everyone turns slightly, yearning to hear its bygone era sounding song.
It’s like a time travel device, if it sounds and looks like 1930, it must be.
We celebrated the birthday of our darling friend on the Cliff Edge down Yondah some weekends ago now. Never do we do anything by halves. As the bunting flew in the wind and the sun came out to play, we drank champagne and ate cake for breakfast at 3pm. How grand!
It’s moments like these, shared with friends that give the shimmer to life. We revelled in our surroundings, in the company of one another and in the words of prose we each took turn in reciting. Every so often that heavenly pop sounded, causing us to raise our empty coupee glasses to be refilled and toasting to the life we have created together, in all its magic and whimsy.