Connections to the great unknown

I walked out with the dog this morning humming the chorus to House Carpenter: “Save your love for loneliness, save my love for sorrow, I’ll give you my onlyness, you give me your tomorrow…” and said hello to my neighbour, Peggy Seeger. In Oxford 2025 it is still just possible to be one degree of separation from Ramblin’ Jack Elliott. Lara, a midwife and play-leader, who does the door at Catweazle Club and plays ukulele, worked with Ina May Gaskin on the Farm. Lineages are important. Folk influences. But, warning to self: on another part of the same web, I am as close to Tucker Carlson and BoJo. Some might say it was in the stars. Others, the gutter. But, as Robin and Joe Bennett sing, “… there is a secret path within us, that leads us to the great unknown… But just like Dusty in Memphis, you know that there’s no easy way home.”