Here, we have it:

Steve Tilston’s last album, over half a century on from his first, Acoustic Confusion, and on a par with his finest.

With the empathetic accompaniment of good friends and long-term musical collaborators, Steve looks both back and ahead as he traverses the musical spectrum from social and political comment to rustic reflection, from autobiography to eternal geographical history, across blues, traditional folk, poetry and even a hint of jazz.

It’s a thing of audible joy and circumstantial sadness.