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Festival Singing Day. Classical with a Twist 1. Southwell Choral Society. No advance booking or tickets. Where necessary, entry will be subject to availability.

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Organ Recital: Simon Hogan. Symphonic Journeys. Late Night Folk. Apprentices' Showcase. Opera Gala. Rush Hour Concert 1: Straight Americano. Classical with a Twist 2. Tchaikovsky Plus: Strings in the Quire 1. Voices of Faith: Late Night Choral Concert.

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Introductory Talk: Death and the Maiden. Admission free. Lunchtime Recital. Round the Horn. Rush Hour Concert 2: An Equal Music. Classical with a Twist 3. Strings in the Quire 2. Death and the Maiden: Late Night Chamber Music. Crash, Bang, Southwell women need a little summer job The Family Concert. Southwell Masterclass. Celebrity Recital: Southwrll on the Grass.

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