The Year In Music: 29th February

Leapling, Sound Of Yell (2020)

A morning flight back from Oslo to London on this magical day that comes only once every four years. Gardermoen is all shiny signs, alerting passengers to the situation escalating elsewhere in Europe. Last night, I watched Jockstrap in a small, busy venue. I won’t see another until I go to the Green Man eighteen months later, bursting into tears on the drive seeing the peaks of the tents.

Norway has fifteen cases today. The airport has hand sanitiser, suggestions about distancing from others, as it did three days ago, when I travelled out.

Heathrow has nothing.

In Arrivals, I say goodbye to two hours through a bright, late winter sky. In my gut, I sense this might be the last time I will be able to see clouds this close for a while. I don’t even imagine that three weeks later that will be preparing for isolation in our bunker of three, our five-year-old boy not seeing any other children until the summer.