WHILST walking my dogs at late evening on Tuesday, September 26 along Ruskin Mill path in Nailsworth, I heard a voice of a young lady singing as she was walking down the Old Bristol Road towards Nailsworth.
A beautiful melancholy voice, so sweet and clear on a still quiet night.
Something uplifting in these troubled times.
Who was she?
I shall never know.
Bob Harris
Stroud
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