WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIME GOES

So, two days ago we were in Dublin filming a high end corporate.

This evening we're in the North West Highlands of Scotland.

My client has spent the last 3.5 years renovating one of he most prestigious houses in the UK. It's been an intense yet incredibly rewarding day.

This evening just before dinner an early autumnal storm swept across the bay in front of the house.

Tonight I will sleep to the sound of the Atlantic ocean through my bedroom window.

Here's a truly beautiful song FAIRPORT CONVENTION

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?