Thursday, July 19, 2012


I took an evening walk in that wonderful light that only the end of the day brings. There is an intense stillness now; the birds have stopped singing, bar the odd shower of sparrows or the comforting coo of the wood pigeon's call; and I can hear the river with its gentle presence. It seems a suitable time for relaxation. I have been playing some of Bach's trio sonatas with a small chamber group: three parts intricately weaving in and out and filling the world with lightness.