Somewhere in the night

After yesterday's exertions I laid low at Danny's most of the day, leaving Mr H to go out on a blip-wander in Antwerp. In the evening I had a wee solo gig in a venue quite close by, so we walked there. It was in this old building in a quiet little square off a main street. Several more old friends turned up - it was so good to see them.

Since this is a back-blip, uploaded a couple of days later, I now know that a very dear friend of mine passed peacefully away at his home in Oxfordshire around the time that I must have been singing the last song of the evening. It was written by Robb Johnson for a very different occasion but some of the words seem to fit.

A circle of friends, somewhere in the night
Guitars and champagne in a circle of light
Who'd have believed that we'd still be here?
Best drink a toast to the next fifty years...

There's a casualty list of the names we once knew
And the lips that we've kissed leave their scars and tattoos
I miss you so much and I drink too much wine
But the hard winter sun makes everything shine.....

And the years come and go
The years come and go
Like sunlight and snow