Synaesthesia

Blissful bird song and an orchestral score place you in the Dorset countryside on a perfect English Sunday morning. Passing through the day and into a twilight chorus of birdsong, the music leads you into the heart of a still, dark forest as night closes in. The patter of soft rain beckons before a glorious dawn chorus of rooks and jackdaws stir all around you, and the music sweeps you off to Scarborough Fair.