It was quite a coup for our little church in the Sussex village of Ticehurst.
Edith Vogel, a renowned pianist, had generously come down from London to give a recital in aid of the restoration of the roof. She was well into a Beethoven sonata which was being recorded for eventual transmission on the BBC when another noise reverberated: a long, unstoppable ring.
I was shocked. Who could be so thoughtless, so philistine – such an acoustic vandal? Then an awful realisation dawned.
