The weekend was a typical mixture of all sorts of weird and wonderful things, and we even made it through to this morning unscathed by the howling wind and lashing rain. Yes, living at the bottom of a dip means that it is impossible to go anywhere when the snow comes down but it also means that we are sheltered from the worst ravages of the storms that progress through the alphabet as the year goes on.

On Saturday evening I was with RetroChic at the Back Bar in Weston-super-Mare, probably not the wisest place to be with a storm incoming, but we had a fine old time, even if it was a late night. Our first set began at half past ten and we played until gone midnight, but our mid-week rehearsal had certainly helped to tighten things up just a notch and we gave what I thought was our best performance yet to a capacity crowd that was up and dancing all night long. Some of them were also fighting, apparently, but we missed that.

I ticked on with some arranging work as well and fired off the files early this morning a couple of days ahead of schedule, all of which leaves me with time to sort out any errors that might have found their way in. I listened to the whole file on Sibelius (something it is clear that many publishers do not do) and it seems to be fine, so I hope that any mistakes will be to do with typesetting, easily fixed.

All of the above means that it is time to be getting on with the latest draft of the orchestration for the Cantata Of Saint Dunstan. Each successive draft takes a little less time, so I am optimistic that I will be able to get versions three and four done by the end of the week, and I intend that to be the full stop for the piece.

None of this is pure composition, of course, but there are so many other things that bustle around that central concept that it still feels as if it is all part of being a composer, yes, even the charts and arrangements for RetroChic. If all goes well this week, though, then I will be able to sit down with fresh manuscript next Monday and get on with something new.