It’s late at night or early in the morning, whichever you prefer, and I am back in home, wine in glass and cat on lap, after a hectic couple of days in London, mainly rehearsing and playing for back to back Passions, Matthew on Saturday and John on Sunday. My shoulders are, I have to say, in better condition than I could have imagined, thanks to regular stretches, and I am less tired than I thought I would be, even when the change to BST is factored in.
The baying crowd, the focus of attention on imagined wrongs, the intimidation of the silent, it was all there this weekend, and some of it was even in the Passion stories. There were some surreal moments here and there on Sunday, I have to say, one of which was the entirely unexpected Ferrari victory in the Grand Prix after nearly two years of drought. A win on pace, too, not inherited. I imagine that Fernando Alonso will be kicking himself quite a bit this week, and I hope that this win will finally silence whose who say that Vettel’s four championships were all down to the car. Wins are hard to come by, and to win for three different teams, including the only time a Toro Rosso has ever had a sniff of the sharp end of the grid, is a mark of genuine quality. Good on the boy.
As I set out for London on Friday I turned on the radio in the car – lo and behold, The Archers (yet) again, so I was very glad to find this on the BBC website. It made me chuckle and feel that I am not alone.
We move into Holy Week and concert season is over for the time being, giving way to some church work, but the preponderance of unaccompanied music means that things calm down for me, which, in turn, means that it is time to get back to writing in earnest. I have done enough thinking about various aspects of my technique over the past couple of weeks, so now it is time to put those thoughts into practice.