This has been a classic mid-week bottle of wine: started on a Tuesday, finished on a Thursday, with Wednesday in between. Claire has spent her time playing the viola; I have wasted mine doodling on the computer. Wednesday evening was good, though. At WYSO we played through the first movement of Beethoven's violin concerto. This is the best of all violin concertos, despite some stiff competition, and has a fantastic bassoon part.
We are back rehearsing in Wakefield as the West Park Centre has been condemned for its dodgy electrics. WYSO appears cursed to wander the streets of West Yorkshire - we are a homeless orchestra who keeps on getting evicted from wherever we settle. Maybe its the noise we make. The answer does not appear to be at the bottom of a glass of crab apple wine, however tasty that might be.