Little Containers by Pete Seeger After I was a toddler our household would drive via France yearly for our annual fortnight’s tenting at La Paillotte, within the Landes division, near the Spanish border. Being the youngest, I bought to journey within the boot of my father’s Ford Cortina property, together with the tents, and everybody joined in when he sang this music.Polly on vacation in Les Landes, France, in 1970I can’t hear it and not using a rush of the scent of the pine forests across the campsite and the style of thrilling one-franc wraps of pommes frites from just a little cabin there. I returned to the identical campsite with my family and nothing had modified – besides that I may have as many pommes frites as I wished.Fingerprints by Leonard CohenLeonard Cohen and Australian creator Charmian Clift on Hydra, 1960. {Photograph}: James Burke/Getty ImagesLeonard Cohen has been the soundtrack to only about each vacation I’ve ever taken. I can keep in mind, for instance, within the early years of marriage, being in Lindos on Rhodes and one in all my stepdaughters rising from her room and shouting: “Why, why do now we have to all the time take heed to this dreadful outdated man singing?” (She has since mended her methods.) Since 2014 I’ve been immersed mentally and actually on the Greek island of Hydra, the place Cohen had a house and the place my novel A Theatre for Dreamers is ready. These much-published images of his first ever live performance, the author Charmian Clift singing beside him, surrounded by the fabled bohemian group, have all the time made me surprise what he is perhaps taking part in. I think about Fingerprints (although not recorded till the Phil Spector album, it was printed as a poem earlier). In material it strikes me as a great candidate for this 1960 sing-a-long.Polly on Kastellorizo in 1993. {Photograph}: Polly SamsonOne of the primary occasions I went on vacation with David Gilmour (the Pink Floyd guitarist, now my husband) we went to the tiny Dodecanese island of Kastellorizo which is probably the most easterly level of Greece and at the moment barely inhabited. One night, David’s baggage tag got here aside and he realised that, secreted behind it, was a tab of acid that he’d been given when he visited the Soviet Union in 1988 for a rocket launch, and had forgotten about. He’d subsequently, unwittingly, taken it in every single place, together with on a Pink Floyd world tour. The impregnated sheet had been an image of Gorbachev and this smidgeon was his crimson birthmark, the strongest half, apparently. David doubted it might nonetheless have a lot efficiency however we dissolved it and shared it in a glass of water. Turned out he was improper. I scribbled one thing about it on the time and years later discovered my pocket book, some traces from which discovered their approach into the lyric of this music.Swimming from Sleahead seashore on Kerry’s Dingle peninsula. {Photograph}: AlamyI was seven months pregnant with my first baby when his father and I went to Dingle to swim with the wild dolphins. It was September 1989, and although the ocean will need to have been freezing (and no wetsuit may very well be discovered that will accommodate my bump) I don’t keep in mind being chilly as a result of it was so exhilarating. We spent a month there, swimming with the dolphins day-after-day (“the primary of God’s creatures to see our child” mentioned his father, referring to their sonar) and within the evenings the music within the pubs was so good: all the normal Irish devices – fiddles, whistles – and this music stays with me as a part of that blissful time.The Landes forest between Bordeaux and Biarritz. {Photograph}: Debove Sophie/Getty ImagesThis is each summer season of my teenage years in a music – after which once more in my early 20s, on a vacation from my publishing job, biking from Bordeaux to Biarritz, weighed down by the large typescript of Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities. It took up each inch of my panniers and is now inextricably linked with singing this music to myself and wishing I had a change of garments as an alternative.I’m All Out of Love by Air SupplyAt the seashore on Union Island, Grenadines, Caribbean. {Photograph}: Massimiliano Finzi/AlamyOne 12 months we went to Union Island within the Caribbean and got here throughout a stunning man referred to as Pleasure who cooked us a barbecue on the seashore. The meat turned out to be Iguana, which was one of many worst issues I’ve ever tasted, however that hasn’t tainted my reminiscence. Pleasure had a guitar and mentioned he’d play us his favorite music which turned out to be I’m All Out of Love. A few years later we went again to the identical pretty seashore, having rehearsed the music to shock him. Three members of our get together have been skilled singers however nonetheless Pleasure regarded mystified all through its many verses and claimed by no means to have heard it earlier than.The skyscrapers of Dallas. {Photograph}: Valérie Macon/AFP/Getty ImagesOne 12 months we took a tiny rust-buckety airplane from Mexico to Dallas (the place DG was taking part in a gig) and hit a sandstorm that necessitated flying extraordinarily low between skyscrapers on the best way to an emergency touchdown. All I keep in mind are the stricken faces of my youngsters and taking part in this on repeat in my headphones and pondering it might be the very last thing I’d ever hear. David saved saying it was not an issue, however once we landed, the pilot bought out and was sick on the runway.Tai O fishing city on Lantau Island, Hong Kong. {Photograph}: Getty ImagesWhen I used to be 20, in my first job in publishing and on a wage that made overseas journey a distant dream, I put my title right down to be a courier and the prospect to go to Hong Kong got here up. It was the strangest factor – it price nothing in any respect – however I did must take some thriller packages. I stayed a month and it was wonderful to be alone and uncover town and the islands of Lantau and Lamma and to cycle the size of Macau to the leper colony. There have been so many escapades on that journey and this music all the time makes me consider how far more intrepid I used to be then.Puglia panorama with wildlfowers. {Photograph}: Giuseppe Colasanto/AlamyOne Easter we drove from Rome to Puglia in a rented Fiat Multipla which we’d hated on sight, solely to understand it was the very best automobile on the earth since you may seat three within the entrance, which made it appear thrillingly carefree and retro. Each time I hear this music I consider Puglia and that automobile and the fields of wildflowers and one baby or different bouncing between us and everybody singing alongside and competitively making an attempt to carry that lengthy be aware of daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.Sure, I Have Ghosts by David GilmourThis is one other one with my lyrics, but it surely’s so linked to my final – pre-Covid – vacation that it’s unattainable to write down this record with out together with it. This music was written about Charmian Clift and about being haunted by people who find themselves not useless. The final time I left the UK was in March 2020 to go to Hydra, the place we recorded a video of David singing it, however had no thought of what was to come back. It’s now inextricably linked with the ghosts of the life we lived earlier than this pandemic.Charmian Clift’s memoirs, Peel Me a Lotus and Mermaid Singing, with new introductions by Polly Samson, are printed by Muswell Press (£8.99)