We have been rehearsing in a friend’s old sheep barn deep in the Cumbrian countryside, surrounded by cows, pastures, corn fields and wind turbines. It is a big, brooding stone square with an echoy metal roof. When it rains outside it rains inside. When it is cold your fingers get stuck together and your breath is hot on the microphone. But it has a nice energy there. A few years ago it was hit by a Tornado. I think it is a special place where magic happens.