When I was kid in Cumbria, I used to swim in a weir known as “The Yearl”. The place has haunted me ever since. Not the safest of places to swim, the mix of freedom and danger was exciting, but it contained an ‘otherness’ that I couldn’t and still can’t quite grasp. There was something mystical in that cold, deep green water, which affected me. It also claimed the lives of lots of people…it is a natural companion to my earlier piece from the album “The Unseen Stream”.

Actually, I was originally going to call this “Drowned girl in the reeds” but it sounded too much like “Brown girl in the ring” by Boney M!