Evening light

We went out tonight to a hot pot supper in a local village. There was a lot of the farming community there and loads of them were considerably older than me, which doesn’t happen very often. There was a singer afterwards singing songs from the sixties which must have been ages before she was born. She was very good. At one stage she asked the women there, “what do remember about Helen Shapiro?”  Everyone said the same. I won’t tell you in case you want to give your answer. :-) (There won’t be a prize, unfortunately.