|Victoria Baths plays with the senses|
It said the water was six foot deep near where we stood. Just in line of sight was the sign indicating four foot. Our audience stood at the shallow end or sat on the viewing balcony above.
When we started there were just three people but by the time we'd finished the first song of our first set there was a substantial crowd. A warm, appreciative crowd.
It was the food festival. Lucky for us there was enough time between the first and the second set to sample some of the goodies. What to choose though? Gorgeous, naughty cakes? Pizza coked in a wood-fired oven? Mauritian food? Curry? Flavours of the Deep South? A regular café and bar was in operation as well.
As I wandered round trying to make my mind up, a man stopped me. "You're with the choir, aren’t you? When are you singing again?"
I nodded. I guess the black outfit and the purple flower were the giveaway. "2.30, I believe. Though it may change." It did. We were asked to push our second performance back to 2.45. I gave him an update. I noticed him and his companions later when we sang our second set.
Victoria Baths plays with the senses. In a nice way. It was grey outside at first which meant that it was chilly in the bath. Then the sun came out and was warm through the glass. The light is always extraordinary in this building, different, though according to the outside weather. This time we had also the smells and tastes of some lovely food. I hope we contributed well to the sound. A couple of times I heard that glorious echo.
Our second set was substantially different from the first one though there was some overlap – Bridge Over Troubled Water and Everything I do, for instance. All pieces, both times, with which we are very familiar.
It was a slick affair. Everyone worked well together. This is of course one of the joys of belonging to a choir.
And Victoria Baths feels like home.