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Re-entering Reality

With a generously programmed Festival schedule in Aldeburgh, I'm not able to sit around all day staring at the sea and cooking fish. A couple of major new pieces are understandably being rehearsed in London before they travel to Suffolk, and as a result I'm becoming a habitué of the A12 and its service stations (pictured). As the days pass I admire the Festival administrators more and more. Everyone has complicated travel schedules to get to this strangely inaccessible corner of England, but these are graciously massaged away by the patient festival staff. Everyone has arrived, so far.





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