I WAS not at Glyndebourne for the first night of Don Giovanni, which apparently was received with 'boos' from part of the audience ('Disturbing the picnic', 17 July). However, I was at the final dress rehearsal the previous Thursday. In contrast, the audience then was fully appreciative with much clapping and shouts of 'bravo'.
Mozart is no more sacred than the Glyndebourne picnic hamper of champagne and luxury foods; our picnic comprised Arbroath smokies, carrot cake and plonk] Each 'art' experience should be viewed afresh without the trappings of convention. How boring life would be without the unexpected.
Eastbourne, East Sussex