I had a similar experience in the Cobbold pre-pandemic. I loathe sitting there with my legs contorted like some mad spaghetti, but I find the silence even more troubling. Attending on Saturday was a spur of the moment decision, so unfortunately, I found myself confined in the Cobbold once more. Never again. The atmosphere was better than usual, although not by much, but good lord was it an uncomfortable 90 minutes. | |