In a break from routine, today saw us popping down to North West Kent to attend a memorial service in the afternoon. It is quite a while since I was last back in that area and it was interesting to see what looked familiar as well as some things that had changed.

One thing that does pull the chords of nostalgia though is the sound of the voices. Each one is individual but, stepping away from details like words and meaning, there is something about that kind of voice that is the foundation of my voice.

I don’t think it is the most beautiful accent of the British Isles but there is something about it which vibrates to the root of me.