I love Scotland. That’s a fact. Especially the Orkney Islands. I love the rough beauty of its landscape, I love its rich Nordic cultural heritage, its fascinating neolithic and Bronze Age settlements, its intricate history of kings and queens and finally the fact that it is far, far away from home. Not necessarily in a geographical way. I’m rather speaking of the way of life.
A forest. A lake. The silver reflection of moonlight on the water. Fireflies. Shadows. A voice. A female voice singing. Soft as silk. The orchestra – subtle as can be – is lifting the mezzo-soprano up, guiding her through the piece. Or is it the singer guiding the orchestra?