Posts Tagged With: nostalgia

September’s Here Again

Achingly beautiful, David Sylvian’s September is a dusty old photograph of a song. It’s a snapshot of Satie-style piano, oblique and wistful: the flickering memories of a great summer. The vocal is mannered, coming from Sylvian’s early solo work, but the effect is wonderful. I live for summer and worship the sun, and this song is my annual ritual. Autumn’s in the air…

Also check out my Totem mix for Thea, one of the stand out tracks on the album Tales Of Us

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Summer Salt

Scratby CottageMy sunny memories of childhood holidays in Norfolk have blurred slightly, like the faded glamour of an English seaside village. I’m the Time Travel Tourist, powered by nostalgia, jaunting back to the sand dunes and salty air of 1970s Scratby. Days were spent on bright windy beaches, and at night we retired to our charming, creaky wooden cottages on the cliff top.

Beach Huts, Great YarmouthDerelict Cottage, ScratbyI found a derelict cottage with all the original features, and I’m dreaming of a day when I can renovate it…

Yarmouth and Scratby, norfolk
The sea is loud and feisty, with mournful fog horns and Bouy bells in the night, magical sounds to my childhood self, and just as hypnotizing to me now.

Scratby Beach

See the first episode The Time Travel Tourist, and also Beach Rain

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The Time Travel Tourist

Rottenstone Lane, Scratby, Norfolk

This week The Vibes is being beamed to you from Norfolk on the east coast of England. Some of my earliest memories are of family holidays in Scratby, a tiny seaside village perched on a crumbling cliff edge.

Wakefield Court, Scratby, Norfolk

I loved the rackety little wooden cottages huddled round village greens, staring out to sea. We could step out of the door and stumble down crooked cliff steps which fell away to the beach. Everything seemed to be peeling and dilapidated, scoured by the wind and the sea, bleached by the sun. Salty air and sand in our hair.

Scratby Crescent Bungalow Norfolk

Every year we travelled to Scratby, taking our friends and relatives, until I left home in my teens and Norfolk became a happy memory. Twenty five years later I’m back, reliving my childhood, exploring Norfolk’s charming, flat beauty.

Scratby Sea View Norfolk

See the next episodes, Summer Salt and Beach Rain

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