It’s beautiful right before the end of summer don’t you know. And as autumn begins to grip our days and demand the annual invest in mittens I’m falling for Fink. Queenie won’t have a journey that isn’t soundtracked to it and I can’t write without it dulcet tones lifting my soul. A mate once commented on her boyfs dislike of what he calls “English miserable music”. But I love it. I believe it may have something to do with my faces natural resting place. The grin may not be obvious, there’s nowt so obvious as a formulaic breakdown but boy does this wonder soar. Check into this Berlin destination and adore.