walk - whalley range to stoke-on-trent, sun 26 jan20

Extremely belatedly, since it took a fucking age to type out though unusually just one run through to record, here's my account of last Sunday's walk to Stoke-on-Trent, in which I play with the name Styal and end up accidentally canonising St Yol the noisy saint, press on through quagmire and funky directions, and muse on songs, films and paintings for no good reason.

Also I start by saying I think it's a rubbish account, but then change my mind. I think it reflects the random tumble of impressions places bring, the shifts in mood, and the nonsense thoughts we have very nicely.