Arthur Butterworth's A Quiet Tarn for orchestra 
                  
                 Dutton has recently released a compact disc (CDLX7253) of 
                  music by Arthur Butterworth’s orchestral music, which 
                  includes the impressive Fifth Symphony Op.115, Coruscations, 
                  Op.127, Gigues, Op.42, the Three Nocturnes, Op. 18 and 
                  The Green Wind, Op. 22 (see review). 
                  However, the piece that really impressed me was the impressionistic 
                  A Quiet Tarn, Op.21. 
                    
                  I asked the composer how this work came about. He told me that 
                  the inspiration came on 1st June 1959 when he decided 
                  to have a walk into this part of the Yorkshire Dales. It was 
                  a perfect summer’s day. Butterworth was born and bred 
                  in Manchester so the Pennines to the east of that city were 
                  well-known to him, however the area round Malham was new territory. 
                  Although he did not tell me, I guess that he had use of a motor 
                  car that day; as he mentioned that he had visited Top Withen’s 
                  the legendary ruin of Wuthering Heights on Haworth Moor. He 
                  recalled that “even then, more than fifty years ago it 
                  was quite a desolate ruin.  A heavy shower came on and 
                  I sheltered as best one could, under the few slates still on 
                  the roof, and shared this with a shepherd and his dog for ten 
                  minutes or so.  He seemed to be the living incarnation 
                  of Heathcliffe, taciturn, un-smiling and very much a loner.” 
                  
                    
                  Later that day he motored up to Malham which is some thirty 
                  miles to the north of Haworth. The day turned out to be ‘gorgeously 
                  sunny and very hot.’   
                  
                  Arthur Butterworth explained to me that, ‘at Malham one 
                  could go on almost endlessly northwards; there is no further 
                  industrial region to come up against; no twinkling town lights, 
                  just the light of the stars. Indeed, that is, I suppose, one 
                  of the fascinations that Malham had for me that June day - the 
                  realisation that this marked the beginning, as it were, of some 
                  vast tract of truly wild and almost unending landscape, stretching 
                  to the Scottish border.  So, there was to me, an indefinable 
                  sense of remoteness about it all; stimulating the imagination 
                  as to what might lie beyond. Such is the awe inspired by 
                  Malham Tarn at sunset - the utter solitude, the silence - save 
                  for the curlew, and a few other melancholy moorland birds - 
                  it has an inexplicable aura about it. However, towards mid evening 
                  the clouds came over, and cool wind came out of the west; there 
                  were hints of rain again and I set off back   home 
                  to Manchester.’  
                    
                  Yet it was this quietness and remoteness of Malham Tarn that 
                  made the deep impression on Arthur Butterworth which has remained 
                  with him all his life. 
                    
                  A Quiet Tarn opens with a strangely suppressed power 
                  in the orchestra which promises much to come. A woodwind figure 
                  appears over this background and is then followed by a mysterious 
                  cello solo as if rising from the tarn and trying, but failing 
                  to reach the sunshine. A key constructive feature of this work 
                  appears to be a variety of downward pressing motives and chordal 
                  sequences. The music moves on a little bit, as if awakening 
                  from a deep sleep. After a passage for woodwind supported by 
                  shimmering strings the music sweeps up to the first climax, 
                  before quickly being called to check. The horn once again adds 
                  a legendary feel to the music. There is an unsettled, almost 
                  disjointed tune for the strings, before the second climax. Once 
                  again the shimmering strings appear and slowly bring the work 
                  to a conclusion. Thematic fragments are gently thrown about 
                  before the flute and other woodwind bring the work to a quiet 
                  close. The tarn is at rest one more. 
                    
                  There is much in this piece that is full of foreboding and certainly 
                  the composer has used the darker tones of the orchestral palette 
                  to great effect. Certainly the music of Sibelius is never too 
                  far away.   
                  
                  A Quiet Tarn is one of the most evocative music descriptions 
                  of the ‘North Country’ of England and ought to be 
                  regarded alongside Maurice Johnstone’s Tarn Hows 
                  and Eugene Goossens By the Tarn as a definitive British 
                  tone poem. 
                    
                  John France