Hail, Hail, Rock'n'Roll

There's no greater joy than singing with your family, when it doesn't matter whether you're in tune, or if you don't know the wordsWe were floating in canoes down the Aveyron valley in southern France, the water shining and still, the banks silent. The river was still in shade, the sun not yet having winched itself above the cliffs of the gorge. My daughter started singing, joined by me, then my son chimed in with his approximate quaver: "Just a small town girl/ Living in a lonely world/ She to...

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