Chuffing along

Before reporting for choir duty yesterday morning, I made some more progress with just what everyone was expecting.  The piece has the feel of writing itself, which is entirely the feeling I like.

Partly a result of the fresh air up in Ipswich yesterday afternoon (and breezy as the day was, the air certainly was fresh), but whilst my head lay on the pillow yesternight, ideas came readily to me, both for the further pursuit of the clarinet/marimba duo, and for the apt conclusion of Nicodemus brings aloes and myrrh for the burial of the Christ.