Tanned but a little weary, Ben Howard is halfway through his European tour when I catch him, in a studio in Spain. He’s actually just been sightseeing, he tells me, scaling the Iberian Peninsula from the Basque Country to Santiago. “It’s quite an incredible place,” he remarks. “People do that pilgrimage for all sorts of reasons.”
For the past 15 months, the Ivor Novello winner has been on a difficult journey of his own. In March last year, he was sitting in his garden when he suddenly found himself unable to think clearly, form sentences, or speak, for almost an hour.
