Waking up early on in the first lockdown we became aware of the cacophony of birdsong during the dawn chorus. There was a pair of wrens in the garden, and we would sit and watch them going about their busy lives, nest building and raising their young without a care that there was a pandemic. We absolutely loved them…. except at 4.30 in the morning when they would sit outside our bedroom window and sing their tiny hearts out!!
The Fire Inside by Greg Becker
During the lock down I have written a lot of songs and found singing them to be very therapeutic in...