1965 Our old neighbours at Appletree Wick had a party, just before my twentieth birthday. My mother persuaded me to go with her. I sulkily took my guitar and sat down on the edge of a gilt chair in a room full of once–famous actresses, singers, people of the stage. Mink coats, diamonds and pearls, … Continue reading Backtrack, Appletree Wick 2 – Vashti Bunyan