Glory daze.

Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

J Hendrix.

For us, it wasn't the Purple Haze that Jimi was singing about, rather the fields behind P & A's house as we walked in the late summer evening glow, reminiscing, laughing, joking. It will become one of those moments we reminisce over in years to come. Partly due to the company, partly climbing over stepping gates, partly stroking the horses and avoiding the cow pats, partly the glorious summers evening, partly the wonderful meal we had whilst chewing the cud and partly the purple haze of the meadow.

We were intoxicated. Partly the Sauvignon Blanc. Partly the 10 minute walk through the fields. I never really understood Jimi's words until now, but I hope you'll excuse me while I just kiss the sky!