A friend told me a few weeks back about a community choir that was starting in my village.
I have always enjoyed singing since being in the school choir to now humming in an irritating fashion all day!
So, I went along to their first practice and joined up.
We started with carols and it quickly became very evident that, having the short term memory of a gold-fish, I could not learn the alto part. I would hear it, sing it back and then promptly forget it. Depressing.
So I volunteered to play the flute instead as an accompniment which worked out much better for me as I was given the music score to play from.
Our debut was last night in our local village hall. We sang some carols in the intermission for the Lerwick Brass Band concert.
It was a lovely evening with lots of excellent corny Christmas cracker jokes. Apparently this is a local tradition.
We warmed up singing carols with the Brass Band. They also performed their own pieces too. I love brass band music. I wish they allowed flutes in but they don’t.
And then we sang our carols. I am at the back on the left behind the pianist.
I loved it. There was a huge sense of community spirit. It was a treacherous icey night but folk came and sang and listened. I arrived in welly boots and Yaktraks!
We have one more performance on Sunday at our local church and then hopefully the community choir will continue throughout the year.
Photos by Barry Broadbent