I used to walk our spaniel Murphy across Edith Weston's fields with no prospects for the future, just thoughts. Wose is the Saxon word for the men who lived in the forest - children of the woods and trees, savage and natural. The central riff here I wrote whilst couch-surfing in Leeds after my tenancy had ended but was unsure whether to quit my work and retreat home.
released April 10, 2014
Sam Jones, Tim Barrow (cello), Peri Birtles (snare)