Rosemary, whenever I may find her.

The Rosemary is blooming, there is hardly any breeze so outdoor pictures are possible. My head is like a pin-ball machine with Maux de Tete.

OK, the words are "For Emily, whenever I may find her," but you know what I mean. From Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, Simon & Garfunkel 1966. The sixties - Denim jeans, colours, hair, it was like being let out of a prison into a new world which our parents could not comprehend and consequently loathed or feared.

If you remember listening to the original vinyl for hour after hour being entranced by this new style of music from across the Atlantic then pull up your winter warmers and enjoy the following.

Simon & Garfarkel