Head in the clouds.

Where we start is where we end
We step out sweetly, nothing planned
Along by the river we feed bread to the swans
And then over the footbridge to the woods beyond




We walk ourselves weary, you and I
There's just this moment




I light a campfire away from the path
We lie in the bluebells, a woodpecker laughs




Time passes slowly our hearts entwined
All of the dark times left behind




The day is done
The sun sinks low
We fold up the blanket, it's time to go




We walk ourselves weary, arm in arm
Back through the twilight
Home again




We waltz in the moonlight and the embers glow
So much behind us
Still far to go



All taken over a two hour period, from the same spot in the grass. Gilmour's Live in Gdansk provided a nice backdrop to the show up there.

Almost perfect ...