Out on tour, taking the route from the late summer flowers in the garden, all the way to Swansea through beautiful South Wales to a welcoming stage a spit from where Dylan Thomas lived.
Then long, bad roads with hold-ups and delays up to Leeds and a glorious gig with added bonus of old friends coming along to say hello after too many years to count.
Home for a brief hiatus and then off we go again to Wakefield and Welwyn this weekend.
More poetry is needed, I concur. It is only ever a good thing.