My fight against Sleep was always going to be lost, and for a few hours between 3 and 5am I drift off. I’m woken as dawn sunlight creeps above the horizon, turning the black water of the harbour to grey before diffusing through the harbour fog. The strings begin to rise, and over the final hour we’re treated to a slow-burn euphoric crescendo.

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