Three very different pieces on a subject which has baffled, fascinated and enraged human beings, probably since we were able to think: death. The first piece by the doleful Elizabethan lutenist/writer John Dowland is death as peaceful sleep, the eternal rest from life’s torments. The second is a reworking by Robin Williamson of a traditional English song: death as the great leveller, the fate from which none can escape. The third, by the great Canadian singer/guitarist/songwriter Bruce Cockburn (who I have never yet heard on British radio – shame on all stations) is death as personal, political and ecological crime. This last piece always makes my hair stand on end.