The Blue Black Cold - The Sound of a Fire in the Distance

i want you to listen to some of the sort of cay sounds in this the blue black cold, first of all. And then, with cracked hands that ached from labour in the week day weather, made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering breaking. It's like the cold is steadily crumbling as the warm goes into the house.