My new 12 string acoustic guitar.

For more years than I care to remember, I have attempted to play the guitar, had I been left to my own devices I would now own many. Pat has never understood the attraction, to me, they are instruments of beauty, made to be caressed with affection and feeling. Because space is at a premium I have never carried one in the truck, but I have missed my guitars and earlier in the summer I made some space by removing a few non essential items and installed my 12 string, which is now a little more than forty years old. A couple of weeks back I decided to treat myself to a new one, we travelled 145 miles to buy it and Oh how I love it! Maybe one day I will be able to play it as well as I would like.

Early sunsets

The early sunsets and distant flocks of cackling geese, as they fly in streamers across the horizon have made me only too aware that another summer is all but over. The "Vagabond Trail" I know, has been neglected and I make no apologies, nor am I going to attempt to fill in the blanks, we have been busy, there have been ongoing episodes of family illness, our own medical issues and also the marriage of our youngest daughter (to Danny) have all taken a little of our time, some more than others. None the less, it has been a great summer and we are still, very much enjoying our alternative lifestyle. We are currently sitting in the morning sunshine, with about four acres to ourselves, and still thinking how lucky we are.