And as a Friday Doves bonus, here they are at the electric proms performing Snowden and Winter Hill. I used to live near Winter Hill; it was a lovely place for a walk (not that I appreciated it at the time I’m sure…) and some wild berry picking, so the latter song resonates strongly with me. I refuse to let minor details disrupt this narrative: minor details like the fact that the song is about a completely different Winter Hill, up in Greater Manchester, and I think quite a bit higher than my feeble southern version. Also, it overlooks (weather permitting) Jodrell Bank, home to the world’s third largest steerable etc etc