'My only resolve is to remain in the country.
Here I am no longer troubled by my wretched hearing.
Sweet solitude of the forest! I am happy, blissful in the forest'
Beethoven opens his meander in his beloved forest in a light-hearted mood, rests beside a brook and listens to the gentle sound of the flowing water. The songs of the village folk are heard in the distance and immortalised in the symphony. A violent storm suddenly erupts [4th movement]. Thunder, lightning and heavy rain pours down drenching the forest. Calm is restored as nightingales, quails and cuckoos sing away the gloom and the sun shines through the forest. Paradise indeed.
After a short interval, during which the ladies from the WCA served an afternoon tea, the mood swing to the other side of the pendulum.
'……… it is the just the great grief and lamenting of a mother who had lost her son'
Describing a mothers mourning for a son lost in the war.