Reasoning with the sands of time

Funny the things you remember over the years.
Album covers for one, eh? Take for instance the image of 700 wrought iron beds winding serpentine into the fading gold sands of... shit, where the hell was that?

Years later, when situations lead you from one country to the next, you discover that the beach you've chosen to move to is not only nieghbours with one of the uk's best loggin playgrounds but that same beach featured on the cover of one of those Floyd albums that had previously featured your little brothers grubby fingerprints...

Momentary Lapse of Reason & Saunton Sands, linked forever. Who knows, I may come to pay homage as soon as this sunday. I gotta to scrub the scunge of four weeks in this city off me.

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