It’s stupidly mild outside, and though the days are getting shorter, they are full of sunshine. The leaves are glorious in colour, and it’s perfect weather to be outside. Which is unfortunate because as ever most of my daylight hours are spent at my basement desk.
Still, I’m feeling unfathomably cheerful this week, spritely and with a spring and zing in my step.
At lunchtime on Wednesday, under the sprung arches and glass of St Pancras station, the BBC Symphony orchestra, together with a massed choir of willing volunteers, expressed some of the inexplicable feeling I’ve got this week. They did a pop up performance of the finale of Beethoven’s Choral Symphony, the Ode to Joy, for the passengers and passers-by.
With the orchestra on the lower concourse, and the choir singing down over us from the balconies above, arrayed like slightly dishevelled looking angels, we were immersed in the sound.
And it was, quite frankly, wonderful.