Jennifer was one of my
closest neighbours. She lived about a mile away with her mother in a
similar sort of bohemian small-holding to my own so we'd often swap
notes and seedlings and recipes and advice and gossip . Her mother was a
journalist looking for the good life - raising her daughter wild and
free and quite unfettered by such 20th century concerns as school. Often
I'd see young Jennifer riding quite naked through the early summer's
dawn - a vision of Pre-Raphaelite loveliness - although by 1978 after a
bad experience with a boyfriend, she cut all her hair off and 'gone
punk'. In 1979, she moved to London where she broke her mother's heart
I'm sure, though I don't suppose Hilary ever said as much - not until
1983 by which time Jennifer was a fully fledged Thatcherite yuppie,
which broke it even more. I made this music for Jennifer's 21st birthday
in 1984 by way of romantic remembrance of those misty morning glimpses
circa '75/77 - when she was happy to be a vision cantering on the fells
without a care in the world.
Hermione Harvestman (note from 'Darkly the Summer Glimpses' - click image to hear the music).
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