I really like his music for taking my mind off something and just drifting with his melodies. He's playing live in Cardiff next month, but the venue's acoustics are too poor for the subtlety and delicacy of his work, so I'll be giving it a miss.
The miserable week continues; Norton died today, through my carelessness. There's a large plastic trug in the garden which had a couple of inches of rainwater in it. It's about 6" deep and well within their ability to jump in and out, and though most of his/her body would have been above the water level, I assume Norton got too wet and cold before s/he could get out again; s/he had very little feathering as yet (was 2 weeks old on Tuesday) and the down was sopping wet. It must have happened between 4 and 5 because s/he was fine around 4 and dead by 5. I hope it wasn't too traumatic for Paprika and the other chicks, because I imagine they were all standing around cheeping to encourage him/her out until it went quiet. They had all moved on elsewhere when I noticed that 1 was missing and went looking. But Llandeilo was cheeping unusually loudly at tea.

I should have kept a better eye on the trug and emptied it. It's a reminder that complacency and carelessness kills.