Would it happen?
Would it be too windy? Could enough of us get there? Or get there early enough?
Would it be wet? Would we have on audience?
We got there. Enough
of us. On time. And the summer seemed to have come at last. The warm evening brought
us an audience.
On a fine summer evening
in June the garden of Dunham Massey is one of the pleasantest places to be.
Especially if you’re singing with a bunch of people you know well and with whom
you’ve sung before. Especially if the birds join in – or were they competing? And
especially if there are a group of really nice people who listen as they enjoy
the gardens.
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| Some of our lovely altos. A choir in a garden. |
