(Number of concerts in churches I have been to in the last week: 5. Last time I went to a concert not in a church: 2nd May (also the last time I went to a concert before last week's, to be fair).)
The first one was Scottish fiddle music old and new, and was improved by the addition of unexpected Pete Clark, who I thought wasn't playing anywhere this time.
The second promised me hot chocolate, but gave me a tiny cup of something more like lukewarm chocolate soup, to be eaten with a spoon. Anyway, it was Italian baroque - some recorder, some violin, and then a singer who gave me the giggles because he kept sticking his head forwards and shooting out the words as if he was trying to attack us with them, like a vicious nodding dog.
So I have had my culture.
I am sadly disappointed by the book festival, which seems to have genuinely nothing I want to see (apart from Alistair Moffat while I'm away, I suppose, but nothing new to me). I'll prowl down to the shop at some point anyway, although I don't need more books.