We hit the road. I press play on the album Baby Caught The Bus by Clairy Browne and the Bangin' Rackettes. I lose count of how many times I replay Love Letter.
About five minutes into the program I heard a slither of music that sent a shiver up my body. It sounded perfect. It touched a nerve of sadness. And also gave rise to joy.
With the exception of evening joggers and trend-spotters playing Pokemon Go, Rosalind Park laid dormant. Too exhausted to call home and too cold to trawl through the reservoirs of online music, I launched a playlist on Spotify.