Saturday night is music night on this blog. The Girl From The North Country.

Over 50 years (almost to the day) I met my first love. She lived in the same rough neighbourhood. She had just started work for the Inland Revenue and I was in the first year of my A-levels. I was completely smitten. She was tall, willowy with very long dark hair. However, after a very passionate year, it became clear to her that it was going to be a very long time before I had any income or status other than student (8 years). She was very ambitious and desperate to leave the neighbourhood and I was dumped. In my first year at Uni the following song was always on the record player. I can’t find a YouTube for the original track from the Freewheeling album. This version is not too bad.

Years later I was told she had married a solicitor.

John