Today's soundtrack: on Springsteen's Tunnel Of Love album, theres a father and son song, and a line about as a boy following him along the beach tracing his footsteps in the sand trying to Walk Like A Man. It reminds me of the beach at Aberffraw, the deep, cold gloopy morning sand by the estuary and dragging the dingy along. We lost him in September 1994. I wonder what he'd have made of my pointy beard?
