Good morning from a summery, hot Middle England! Yes, this is Linds here, reporting in, and I am finally awake and have sort of gathered my wits after a mega weekend. I have been trying to upload a bit of video, but Blogger keeps saying it is sorry, but there was an error.
Oh what a wonderful weekend it was. The arrival of the coach carrying the Americans, and, more importantly, Becky, was late, so there was much pacing around the perimeter of the church with others looking for any sign of a slightly lost coach before it slowly inched up the road. There I was waving wildly, and Becky too, was waving. We just could not believe this was happening, you know. What started with 2 middle aged women writing blogs, and tentatively leaving comments 6 years ago has become a real friendship over the years. And then, over lunch last year with friends here in my little world, the idea of combining our community choir with their university choir was talked about.
And we didn't let it drop. Our musical director, Jon was up for it, and so he and Barry got to know each other through emails back and forth and phone calls too, when Jon and Liz visited the States for Christmas.
And it all culminated in the arrival of that coach, bearing 43 of them.
So you can see why Becky and I were just a little bit excited.
I wanted to sing, but that was difficult, so I did the arranging of hosts for the choir with the man who does all the admin stuff for EBM, and by Friday afternoon, we had ironed out all the kinks and last minute hitches, and then they arrived. Becky and I flew to each other and among all the hugs, just could not believe they were really here. All of them. We didn't have a great deal of time before the performance at 7, so they were all taken to the church for a technical rehearsal, and then we dispatched them to their waiting hosts and hostesses and off they went.
And I brought Barry and Becky home with me, and we sat in my kitchen at the table, having tea and cake and chatted non-stop until it was time to change and head out to the church. The concert was a complete sell-out, and they were turning people away at the door. I had reserved a pew for us at the front, and also managed to work out a way to stand, half concealed behind a pillar on a kneeler to minimise the vibration. Nothing would have moved me, let me tell you. And I had the camera.
The first item up was everyone, including the audience, singing "All people that on earth do dwell"....do you remember the second line??? "Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice". Yes. We did that. All of us. All people. From all places. Together. Singing.
And then Musical Roots, a local folk band sang a couple of songs, before our choir, all 100+ of them moved forward and sang too.
I didn't have time to think much, though, because as soon as they left, I had to get home to change for the wedding at 12. In the same church. I hurtled (my sort of hurtling) through the door at 11.15, shedding clothes as I went.......
But that is for tomorrow. Weddings. Bunting........