Inca Gold (Vilcabamba)

Today I attempted to write a song, something I've grown out of the habit of doing. It's okay - a song generated by strumming chords, which is not the way I usually do it. However I got the chords and added some words. It was the first time I've felt like doing this in ages.
    I also chatted to my daughter on the dog and bone. She is being overloaded at the bookshop where she works, but as she admits; what doesn't kill her might make her stronger.