Woolley Bridge, Anyone?

Hey Soul Mates,

here are some more "From L.A. With Love" exclusives. This first one, (me, seated on the pavement, Doug leaning on the Magic Peugeot) is from our first day in the UK. After flying for 14 hours then driving for nearly 2 hours, on the odd side of the road, my knee gave out. We arrived at our equipment pickup point and I sort of spilled out of the car.

Photo by Molly Gordon.

Our host booker Hayley and her family recommended that we drive from Sheffield through the peaks to take a very scenic route to Liverpool. No kidding. I don't think any of us had seen that much green before. At the bottom of the peaks was Glossop/Woolley Bridge. The Spring Tavern should definitely be on the official RHS fan tour of the UK.

After lunch, Bryan and I went to see the Woolley Bridge. That's me video taping Bry at the Equestrian Crossing. As we had no horses, we hoofed it on foot.

Preceding photos by Patty Tokahuta.

In current RHS news, we have just viewed our new music video. As mentioned here a few months ago, animator Andrew Ste. Marie began work on our latest in December. And I laugh out loud every time I watch it. Rush Hour Soul are a cartoon!!! You're going to love it. I won't give away the plot, but in it we perform Fall Out with a profound effect on world leaders! The video will debut in a few weeks, obviously once the track for Fall Out is finished. Thanks for the hard work, Drew!

Have a safe Memorial Day weekend all. And a big transatlantic shout out to the folks at IPO Liverpool this weekend. Wish we were there, but we'll be back soon.
Love, Power, Peace

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