RIP Bettie Page.

Bangin' son!

Addictive like crack.

White Ladies. 29/11/08.

After a night in a pub, a bike ride for breakfast materials was in order to shake the cobwebs and rid my head of hangover. I knew we were going to White Ladies Priory and kept my fingers crossed that the mist would stick around until we got there.

Whiteladies has been here since the thirteenth century which makes it an old fucking building, and apparently Queen Guinevere came here after King Arthur died. Charles II came here too, but who believes in him?

Ste brought his Nagra along which caught some lovely stuff. 

The stuff that was recorded here was my favourite from the day. Bird scarers, shotguns, crows, and the noise of far away vehicles. Photos for your ears.

The stream here sounded amazing as well.