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BBC Singers and Castalian String Quartet is noteworthy too.
               Similarly, Vaughan Williams’s heartfelt Oboe Concerto performed by

               Aldeburgh regular Nicholas Daniel and Britten Sinfonia. Britten was
               never especially enamoured by Vaughan Williams’s contribution to
               English music. What would he have made of hearing the passionate
               rhapsodic lyricism in RVW’s score? I’d like to think he would have
               reappraised his view.



               ENCOUNTERS AND REFLECTIONS


               Ever reliable, the pull of Aldeburgh has seen the past converge with
               the present beyond simply the music programmed in concerts. In

               one weekend, four CEOs spanning forty years of the Festival’s
               history – Sheila Colvin, Jonathan Reekie, outgoing Roger Wright and
               incoming Andrew Comden all attended concerts, maybe even all at

               the same time. Colvin transitioned the organisation from its
               Aldeburgh base to Snape. Reekie expanded the organisation to
               multiple buildings and activities. Wright brought the disparate
               elements together into a unified whole – artistic, legacy, and
               business. What will Comden do next? And what does a former CEO

               ponder about their successor, and how does that impact how they
               reflect on their own tenure?


               Sheila Colvin, a key figure in my time at the Festival, always struck
               me as a bit of a trailblazer. Her no-nonsense spirit was a strong

               motivating force, and her vulnerability offered much-appreciated
               support when needed. Nearly thirty years later, I encountered her
               late last week by chance me walking back from the shops, her
               arriving in a taxi. She appeared strong, determined, and resolutely
               self-deprecating: “I’m decrepit!” she declared as I helped her out of

               the car. “I don’t believe a word of it,” I replied.
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