I saw last night’s very powerful programme about Clemency Burton-Hill. Very moving in places, and while her journey has been different from mine, I could feel her anguish in quite a few places. I even managed to predict by a few seconds what she said to her violin on unwrapping it for the first time after the stroke, which was some while afterwards. That illustrates how close we get to what appears to be just a lump of wood, and yet we have been involved with that same lump of wood for decades, have had many many adventures with many people and many different places, and know it intimately. Yet despite the stroke she was able to play a rudimentary tune on that occasion, something that I have been unable to do. There were some powerful camera and audio work showing what it is like for a stroke thriver in the middle of a big city - cars everywhere, horns going etc - a real sensory overload. Boy, it took me back to a slightly earlier time. For me, it was both astonishing and encouraging.