Tuesday, 11 May 2010

The picture in the previous post is just so horrible, I'm just going to have to post something so I stop seeing it when I visit my blog!

So last weekend we (Royston Priory Singers) sang choral eucharist on Sunday morning and a secular concert at 5 pm in Binham Priory, somewhere I've blogged about before, and we had a simply splendid time.


We drove up to Sherringham on Friday night, where we had rented a holiday flat for the weekend. Lorna and Richard arrived right behind us and after quickly unpacking, we took our usual stroll to the nearby excellent chippie for cod and chips. Actually, Richard had brought some fish of his own, as being coeliac, he can't have battered fish.

On Saturday we'd planned to go to Cley marshes to do a spot of birdwatching, but it was raining, windy and cold, so mostly we just sat in the flat and read our books. However, it did clear up a tad in the afternoon and Lorna wanted to visit the pottery shop in Cley, so off we went despite the inclement weather.

Lorna could not find the pot she wanted, but over the road was the Pinkfoot art gallery, so we looked in the windows and saw some wonderful sculptures by Robert Aberdein, including some magnificent bronze falcons. Sadly, far too expensive for us to contemplate!

But while there, we had a good look at everything else, and Lorna ended up buying a nice little picture by a local artist, so that was OK.

On Saturday night, as ever, we dined at No 10, where the food, wine and company were all excellent. It's why we keep going back, of course.

Sunday's eucharist went well. We sang a mass by Batten, a Tallis piece called and If ye love me and Surgens Jesu by Phillips.

After lunch Jenny and I went back to the Pinkfoot gallery and bought a lovely little bronze casting called Frog in a Pod.

Tell me that isn't just gorgeous!

The concert at 5 was much better attended than previous evensongs, so that was quite satisfying, and we were pleased with our performance. Finzi, Chilcott, several madrigals, some Ireland, Vaughan Williams and then, sadly, Fields of Gold and Bridge over Troubled Water. We do not understand why our conductor insists on including these in what is otherwise a decent programme, but David Boarder inflicts the same sort of thing to Choir 18. It really is most odd.

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