Since sneaking too many chocolates from my children’s advent calendar, I decided to walk off the stodge and I embarked upon a twilight meander.

Low grey clouds seemed to absorb all the ambient sounds, like a clump of cotton wool. The rich smell of wood smoke pervaded the air, and enticing thoughts of Christmas came to mind. A telegraph wire full of hunched rooks teased me into analysing their forms into music notes. I resisted in an attempt to relax and enjoy my walk, but a nagging feeling persisted – what would that music have sounded like? Opportunities to create music are everywhere in nature, both in a visual sense as well as by listening to the natural soundscape.

I love the skeletal forms of bare wintry trees and I marvel at the backdrop of the sky behind the awkward shapes of the twigs and branches. No rich colours in the sky today – everything was a palette of white, grey and black. The silvery green lichen on the twigs created a christmassy sparkle, however.

An abandoned car in a country lane was a striking sight, particularly as the boot had been left up. Perhaps it belonged to someone who was attending their allotment and about to harvest their bounty ready for Christmas. Or perhaps the car belonged to a criminal, who was about to deposit their wicked load into their car and drive off unnoticed – apart from by me.

Since writing my blog, I have realised that my thoughts turn either to music or dramatic – and hopefully unlikely – imaginings. It would explain the fact that when I’m not creating music, I am preoccupied with reading Agatha Christie novels.

Almost home, and I notice some homemade jam for sale outside someone’s drive. Thoughts of a cosy kitchen straight from Laurie Lee’s ‘Cider With Rosie’ came to mind, and then this changed into a concern that the jam could be poisoned. Murderous jam. That sounded like a group of jazz players improvising to their death.

Enough of these mental ramblings – time to go home and reign in my mind. Time to sit at the piano and compose for a while. Time first though for a welcoming scone, with cream…and jam…



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