Five minutes from the traffic jams, takeaway chains and crowded pavements of Clapton, in east London, you can slip through a small gate onto the banks of the Lea and feel you’re out in the country. Along a cobbled path are moored a dozen old-fashioned barges, and the only sounds are of water lapping gently at their sides and birds twittering in the trees. Unless, that is, you arrive on a rehearsal night.
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