We went to a very beautiful, very intense but also faintly melancholy performance of Winterreise last night – melancholy because it was commemorative of Ann Tusa, a historian of Germany, as was revealed by Ian Bostridge before the start of the performance, which was only interrupted by the loud rustling of pages turning as nearly everyone was intently following the translation. Bostridge was accompanied wonderfully by Angela Hewitt. I can’t think of a more moving way to be commemorated.