I only went home for a week, but it feels like I've been gone for ages. I'm surprised to realise that I'm happy to be back. On the train from London to Durham my heart was beating hard with excitement. It's warm and sunny enough to walk around in a t-shirt and sandals; when we hug we actually hug each other and not our coats and jumpers. I spent all morning on the rooftop and finished reading my book, L'Isola di Arturo by Elsa Morante, a really beautiful novel. Radio 3 is dedicating this week to Franz Schubert which fits my mood perfectly.