Sandy Denny's voice is gorgeous but sadly also the timbre I find genuinely annoying after a short time. I love her voice but I need to hear other types of vocals in-between songs. No, it doesn't make sense to me either. Anyway. This album is the sort that I associate with drifting into one of the further-away stages during festival season. You come close to the crowd: everybody looks like they run an organic farm and has a dog named Fred. And you just don't know enough about carrot-growing to fit in - even if the guitarist on stage sounds great.