Rolfe
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Background. Way back in the post-war years, before she married, my mother was an opera singer, and she sang at the Glyndebourne Festival in (at least) 1949. She was a member of Benjamin Britten's English Opera Group and in the original cast of Albert Herring.
I've been to various music festivals, including driving to Bayreuth in Bavaria on more than one occasion. However, when I lived in Sussex I was never able to go the Glyndebourne Festival because as far as I could make out you practically had to put your name down for tickets at birth - something my mother unaccountably failed to do. I did go with Mum and a friend to an evening autumn performance once - the friend got tickets because she lived in East Sussex, us West Sussex plebs had no chance even of these. But when I enquired about tickets for the summer festival, the only response I got was a pitying laugh.
I don't know if it's covid or what, but this evening, browsing the currently-falling-apart Twitter platform, I picked up a tweet from the Glyndebourne Festival flogging still-unsold tickets. So I bought one. A Midsummer Night's Dream (appropriately another opera by Benjamin Britten) on 17th August.
I no longer live in Sussex so I have to get there. I suppose I could chicken out and book plane tickets to Gatwick, but right now I feel moved to get in the MG4 and head south. If I can drive an ICE solo to Bavaria, I can drive an EV to the place where I used to live. Why does it feel like such an adventure? Maybe after being so constrained by covid? Well, the ticket was expensive and it's non-refundable, so I'm going to do it. I'll keep you posted when it happens.
I've been to various music festivals, including driving to Bayreuth in Bavaria on more than one occasion. However, when I lived in Sussex I was never able to go the Glyndebourne Festival because as far as I could make out you practically had to put your name down for tickets at birth - something my mother unaccountably failed to do. I did go with Mum and a friend to an evening autumn performance once - the friend got tickets because she lived in East Sussex, us West Sussex plebs had no chance even of these. But when I enquired about tickets for the summer festival, the only response I got was a pitying laugh.
I don't know if it's covid or what, but this evening, browsing the currently-falling-apart Twitter platform, I picked up a tweet from the Glyndebourne Festival flogging still-unsold tickets. So I bought one. A Midsummer Night's Dream (appropriately another opera by Benjamin Britten) on 17th August.
I no longer live in Sussex so I have to get there. I suppose I could chicken out and book plane tickets to Gatwick, but right now I feel moved to get in the MG4 and head south. If I can drive an ICE solo to Bavaria, I can drive an EV to the place where I used to live. Why does it feel like such an adventure? Maybe after being so constrained by covid? Well, the ticket was expensive and it's non-refundable, so I'm going to do it. I'll keep you posted when it happens.
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