Quite right that we haven't packed our Bax on my greatest nearby composer. Don't neglect his tone poems, or rather musical tonics, which can transform the worst of days. For here is to be found all the shimmering colours of nature, haunting enchantment, wonder and pure delight. He offers a fast-flowing stream of lovely melodies gorgeously orchestrated with a restless, fresh-faced inventiveness that captures the listener's constant attention. November Woods (1917) is a fine example.