Yesterday, I was listening to Rodrigo's
Fantasia para un Gentilhombre, a piece by John Ireland, & a couple of Bach piano concerti, in St Lawrence's church, West Wycombe.
The music was good. Not quite a professional performance, apart from the guitarist (double starred first in music at Cambridge, but now works in derivatives sales for a major bank
) & pianist (a professional), but good enough. The church is mediaeval, but was rebuilt with a spectacular interior in the 18th century (paid for by Sir Francis Dashwood), & its setting is stunning. We arrived in just enough light to enjoy the view, with a kite on its last patrol of the day wheeling overhead, & numerous noisier birds letting everyone know of their presence before settling down for the night.
A glass of wine in the interval & an amiable chat with Mrs B's new boss (mother of the guitarist). What's not to like?
It's been too long since I last did something like that.
