Buckinghamshire stood still, bathed in the quiet of a final farewell. The only sound was the soft strum of Zakk Wylde’s guitar, the mournful notes rising and falling like the gentle ripple of the lake beside them.
Buckinghamshire stood still, bathed in the quiet of a final farewell. The only sound was the soft strum of Zakk Wylde’s guitar, the mournful notes rising and falling like the gentle ripple of the lake beside them. Elton John’s piano, a hauntingly perfect companion, wove a melody that seemed to transcend the ordinary, lifting the…