An imaginary hotel...
It’s early in the morning. Or rather it was. It’s now 0720, which in my book isn’t early. When I woke up this morning the WiFi wasn’t working, much to my disgust, but it’s working now and I can listen to whatever I want: music, the news, you name it. I chose BBC Radio 3 because it’s chilled out and just right for this time of the morning. And by ‘this time’ I’m really referring to around 0600hrs. That’s when I get out of bed and mosey on downstairs for what I believe is the witching hour. Nobody’s about, everybody’s asleep and I can do whatever I want as long as I don’t make too much noise. I don’t want to disturb the peace as that would disturb my own peace of mind. Sometimes I wish I lived alone on an island. After sorting out the WiFi issue - don’t ask me how, I don’t know - I found Radio 3 and was hit square between the eyes by the most amazing music, O ignis spiritus by Hildegard von Bingen. It’s the sort of music I normally encounter when I’m staying in a remote hotel and there’...