Yesterday evening we all, with Margaret and Jack from church, went to St George's Bloomsbury to see the inaugural concert of a new female choir, Gloriana. They were very good, though I'd have liked it a little better if they'd had a wider range of pieces in their evening of short pieces, straying earlier than the nineteenth century. We went because Mary Reid was accompanying them on harp on one piece, and then also played a solo harp piece. I'd be happy to hear them again, though they weren't cheap. Favourite piece might have been a very recent and atmospheric piece called Northern Lights by Latvian composer Eriks Esenvalds.