I’m at Snape, having eaten a plateful of very good fish stew and not yet finished a bottle of the beer that Adnams brewed especially for Britten’s centenary: Native Britten, made from Suffolk ingredients and flavoured with honey and thyme. It’s a beautiful, peaceful sight from the window, reed beds and the river, one of my favourite places in Suffolk.
It took a while to relax, having had a 9 o’clock meeting that went on for nearly three hours, after which I had to do some follow-up work straight away and it was just as well I had an afternoon concert to go to (Britten, Janáček and Schubert [I’m dead impressed, the iPhone autofilled in Janáček, accents and all] ) which was lovely, at Blythburgh church and I came straight on over. I phoned the Sage, all is well at home.
Tonight, it’s piano music from the last hundred years. I know very little of it, though I’m sure that John Cage’s 4’33” will not sound unfamiliar (the last word is hardly required).
The sun has come out again. This year’s Aldeburgh Festival is just what I need, I’ve felt jagged for too long. Not that I can relax for a bit, but a little respite is allowed and very much appreciated.
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