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Signs of hope
Or, how to escape from a creative slump. Round and round and round. Up and down, round again. Six of us, spread out across the hilltop at Brent Tor, seeking the path that would lead us down the slope and across the moor towards Sourton. The map we had brought did not line up with…
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January Reflection
It feels strange, in the bright, cold light of the new year, to be peering back into the dark bustle of November and December – long nights and cloudy days, lit by shop signs and Christmas lights and the pale glow of the open laptop. I wonder where the time went…
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While Shepherds Watched
In December 2020, I embarked on a Christmas Countdown where each day featured a different version of the popular carol While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night. Five years on, here’s a brief update to the playlist as some of the recordings shared originally were no longer available online.
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Instrumental
This month I was reunited with an old musical companion. Smooth dark wood, 1970s look, smart black and white keys, squeaky foot pedals that the most persistent piano tuners have not yet found a way to silence in the long term…
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Old beginnings
Songwriters Journal, September 2025. Breathe in. Breathe out. Deep, long breaths. The bow moves across the strings in long, held notes, sound swelling and then falling, echoing the sensation of air in the lungs. Gradually more notes are added and the chords deepen and change, the cadence revolving slowly …