A text arrives just as I finish my breakfast. There’s a tree on the line between Hazel Grove and Buxton. The trains should be running again at ‘approximately’ 8.45. I know that several people are travelling on the 8.51 – and that includes our front of house assistant. It’ll be fine. We’ll manage.
And we do. The 8.51 runs on time. The roads are clear. The weather is a little cooler than in previous days and wet but not too wet.
We more than manage.
The door to the United Reform Church is already open. Choir members begin to arrive, one of them with the bag of flowers. We do warm up exercises. We have a run through of a few songs – some of them all the way though others just the beginning.
The audience begin to arrive. I remind the two people on the door to look out for the reviewer. Later Elizabeth tells me she felt herself tense up when he announced who he was.
Note, though, at the Buxton Festival Fringe they ‘review’ not’ judge’ or ‘adjudicate’. Reviews are always detailed and encouraging.
And so our first concert begins. The hour passes quickly.
In no time we are setting off down the hill to sing in the Pump Room.
“Come back at 2.30,” shout a group of people dressed as something that looks as if it will be very entertaining.
‘We can’t,’ one of us cries. ‘We’ll be rehearsing for our second concert by then. 3pm at St Mary’s and there’s cake. Come along.’ Yes, that’s the Festival Fringe. The people who looked after us at the United Reform Church tell us that they have five more groups attending that day.
Last year I thought that singing in the Well was one of the most magical things I’d ever done, This year did not disappoint. And a strange headless nurse joined us.
The rain persists. None of the street-side tables at the cafes and pubs can be used. Somehow we all manage to find lunch, often accompanied by Morris dancing and other entertainment, and make our way to St Mary’s for 2 pm.
Here we are greeted like old friends. Well it’s been a few years. Jill Hulme form St Mary’s and I count on our fingers. We started coming to Buxton in 2010. There were no performances in 2020 and 2021 because of Covid. So we’ve attended thirteen Festival Fringe events and an extra one just for St Mary’s.
This is a more relaxed affair here. Is this our second home?
It’s a hard-working day. Our soloists, Victoria and Martin, do us proud in What I Did for Love and Why We Sing. Breathing correctly and energetically makes all the difference in Ave Verum and Grant Us Peace. Our new masterpiece is Time (Jennifer Lucy Cook) and for a few moments we become AI machines. And yes timing is really important here. Fix You and I Carry Your Heart are challenging but rewarding for tenor 1s. Cool Moon is an old favourite but still needs some care. Make You Feel My Love, Why Walk When You Can Fly and Somewhere Only We Know are pleasing arrangements of popular songs. Harbour is perhaps what we’re all about and our encore, Everything We Do, is one that always gives us a lot of joy.
The time really does fly by, even faster than in the song. Soon we’re eating cake, enjoying a cup of tea, and chatting to the audience. ‘Are the purple flowers significant?’ asks one lady. That’s the second time we’ve been asked that this year. Well, we like purple and we used to wear a ‘dash’ of purple but the purples were too diverse.
The good people at St Mary’s are always so friendly and helpful.
The Buxton Fringe Festival is such a delightful affair and we’re so grateful for all the effort that the organisers make for us. We’ll see you next year.
And thank you for the thoughtful and encouraging review: https://www.buxtonfringe.org.uk/reviews2025mus.html
It’s all over by 4.50. A very gentle rain falls as we make our way home. We’re all tired but pleased with how the day went.