When you live in London, with the convenience of sophisticated halls and world-class concerts on tap, it’s maybe perverse to take successively delayed trains to a village out on the Welsh borders to hear Beethoven played in a church with hard pews. But it’s just what I’ve done, because there can be a peculiar energy about music in unlikely places – a sense of focus and intention rarely present in the routine of a concert hall. And it was evident last week at Whittington, a tiny village beyond Oswestry, which was hosting some of the most epic chamber music in the repertoire, performed to serious standards.