What’s this? No opera house? A hanger, a ha-ha and three blocks of tiered seating instead. Smug cowards (me) undercover facing the orchestra. Stoic cheapskates ranked either side, braving dull Leicestershire skies, potential downpours, fingers nervously hovering on golf umbrella quick release buttons.
It’s the first time that opera’s version of the Oscars has been held outside the UK.