Matters spiritual aren’t really, as they say, my ‘thing’. (In all honesty, I’m none too hot on the temporal, either). But recently, what with a local recital under discussion, surprise correspondence from an erstwhile colleague at Hampton Court, and then, of course, The Wedding (watched grudgingly, I hasten to add, though I stood for the anthem), the sacred realm – musically, at least – has been more than usually on my mind.