So, this afternoon, the Walls Community Choir (of which I am a member) played their last two concerts of the year.
The first one was at Wastview, our local Care Centre – a residential and nursing home.
I arrived half an hour early. I have no idea why, so I drove back down to our local shop to buy some vodka, potatoes (for roasting) and toothpaste – all the major food groups covered really.
Then back I went and, when other singers started to appear, I went in, set up my flute, stand and music next to the pianist.
Our remit was to wear something festive, so I managed a Father Christmas hat and some Christmassy earrings. My family’s parting shot as I left the house this afternoon was that I looked like a grumpy elf!
With a local population of 700 (ish), there was a very good turnout and I think we sounded strong and festive.
We played our set, had a cup of tea and a natter with the residents and then set off to the next concert.
The venue – outside the local shop.
This time it was just me accompanying the choir and no place for an electric piano. It was lightly raining (the tail-end of the gale that day).
Armed with my headtorch, music in plastic sleeves (thus waterproof), bulldog clips to keep said music in place, someone to stand in front of the music stand to keep it upright plus a nice chap to add more light and turn the pages, I played while the choir sang to any passing shopper who happened by.
My extremities are now defrosting nicely and I am told that I should get the feeling back in my hands by Christmas Day!
Most importantly, I really enjoyed myself!
(great photos by Barry Broadbent)