My very good friend Rosie Bowker and I made a video, in which we play together but remotely, from our homes. Lots of musicians made those but little did I know how emotional the result would end up.

Rosie suggested an Aria by E. Bozza, a little piece, as she described it. We didn’t rehearse, obviously, I just sent her my accompaniment, in which I desperately try to imagine what she would have done. Close to impossible as we both pride ourselves for being rather individual and upredictable.

Blimey. The sorrow. That piece is already full of sorrow and longing but the additional effect of us trying to "follow” each other, much like looking for somebody in the darkness, means the music ends up pushed and pulled in the least expected manner. As though it is now a more real than desired metaphore for yearning for the chamber music and human contact , of which we are in such short supply.