We listened to so much of Vikingur Ólaffson during lockdown: most of all, his recordings of work by Bach, but later, also, Debussy and Rameau. They were so fluid, so intense. They felt as if they matched the experience of lockdown.

On Friday, we went to hear him live at the Festival Hall, playing the Goldberg Variations. It felt slightly weird to enjoy his free interpretations which have always felt so private, like personal meditations, with a thousand other people in a space so vast and so public, not helped by the mobile phone which went off right at the start. It was certainly an experience. Bach turned into dreams.