Saturday 8th September

Just as the Beatles were getting fractious and beginning to fall apart, John so full of drugs and Yoko, and Paul desperately trying to find ways to both re-invent and actually keep the band together, George, always the quiet one, started to come into his own.  He not only discovered Indian Music and Religion, but also started to write much better songs, at least the equal of John and Paul.  And for whatever reason those two were also prepared to allow him more than the one token song he used to get on the early albums.  And almost the best song he wrote as a Beatle was ‘Here Comes the Sun’.

And now, almost every time I open the bedroom curtains and peer myopically out, if the sun is shining, the words of that song come back to my mind.  ‘And I say it’s alright’.  ‘It feels years since it’s been here’. ‘Little Darling’.  ‘Sun sun sun, here it comes.’   And there isn’t much more to it than that.  One of the simplest and yet most affectingly honest songs ever written.  And yet it expresses perfectly that lovely feeling when you realise it is going to be a sunny day again.

So, after a very mixed summer, with months of rain and not many decent days, enjoy this weekend while you still can, because – Here comes the Sun.