Barbed

Directly after breakfast at eight, I had my daily walk. Not only because the weather was inviting, though a bit nippy around the ears, but mostly because I knew I wouldn't make it in the afternoon. This barbed fence-pole caught my eye, even though I must have passed it at least fifty times without noticing it. It has a kind of aged beauty over it, the wire indicates age with a temperament. The larks are busy singing, marking territory and inviting the females to some adventures.

The rest of the morning was spent finishing the first mixes of the five choir-songs for Thomas to listen to while we're away on our trip to Spain.
After lunch our little Spanish group had a meeting to check all details around the trip and it seems we're on our way as planned on Thursday morning, at FIVE o'clock. I'll probably not sleep at all in fear of oversleeping.

The evening gave a lifetime opportunity to listen to "Bachianas Brasileiras No.5" for eight celli and a soprano, by Brasilian composer Heitor Villa-Lobos. I've lived a lifetime and has never come across the possibility of hearing it live before. On records, yes, but never live. It also exists arranged for guitar and vocal, that's how I got in contact with the piece. Eight celli produce a marvellous sound, deep and buzzing.