On a dank January evening in St Albans, there seemed little sign of life or excitement on the streets. To reach my destination – St Peter’s Church – I first had to walk through an ancient graveyard where the yew trees loomed like sentinels. It was quite a contrast to enter the church itself, where the sudden blaze of light and warmth and packed aisles made it clear that this, for tonight at least, was the heartbeat of St Alban’s.

There is nothing to compare with the visceral experience of hearing a massed choir – in this case the 230-strong combined forces of the Crouch End Festival Chorus and the Hertfordshire Chorus – in full-throated fortissimo. Add in a team of stellar soloists and an inspirational conductor and the result was a very enjoyable musical evening at the Royal Festival Hall.