How alluring it sounds – a candle-lit concert in St Martins in the Fields.  And it was.

Bach’s violin concertos played by the London Concertante

We were – unsurprisingly, since I bought the tickets – sitting in the cheap seats, which translates as hard and unforgiving.  But the music was wonderful – and as a treat just before the end of the first half, they played Oblivion by Piazzolla, a slow slow Argentinian tango.

There was no dancing on our night – well, none that we could see.  But in that dimly lit room with flickering candles and sumptuous chandeliers, and the polished deep dark wood of the pews, the pure notes of the violin and the underlying deep tango rhythm was wonderful.

It was the interval.  We had enjoyed it all.  We left.

And the Bridge – you have to concentrate so hard, and the depiction of autism for a woman in that position is sometimes hard to believe, but what a treat on a Saturday evening.