The concert was an early Christmas celebration, with carols and sections from masses by composers both known and anonymous and dating from the 12th to the 15th centuries. It was absolutely glorious and the music soared to this rafters of the beautiful building.
Dyad Productions resurrected a Victorian tradition by presenting three seasonal tales of terror to scintillate the gooseflesh for dark Christmas nights. This celebration of Christmas was adapted and performed by Rebecca Vaughan, in a one woman show. She was absolutely amazing, a tour de force, and reminded me of the one-man Christmas performances of Charles Dickens, and the ghost stories of M R James. My skin tingled and my heart beat a little faster.
All in all we had a fabulous weekend steeped in all things Gothic. I'm considering a quick read of a couple of Gothic novels to complete the immersion. Maybe a Mrs Radcliffe or a spot of Horace Walpole.