What a weekend I had. Of course I knew it would be good, being in my favourite place in the world with my favourite choir, but the reality was even better than I imagined.
It was held in Millport, a tiny town on the Isle of Cumbrae just off the west coast of Scotland. Travelling over there was a very different experience to my usual summer bank holiday trip; we almost had the whole ferry to ourselves!
We arrived at the College of the Holy Spirit, connected to one of the smallest cathedrals in the UK, and our home for the weekend. I was assigned to Gentleness, and my friend was next room along in Joy.
I’m undecided as to how fitting this is!
And this was the beautiful view from my window.
Not that I spent much time in room at all! As soon as the bags were dumped we headed down to the common room/library and met up with people who had already arrived.
There was much drinking, chatting, and a whole lot of laughing, with a brief interlude for tea time. In the evening we snuggled into the leather sofas, lit the fire, and had a singaround. At first I couldn’t think of a single song (which is silly, considering the hundreds I’ve learned over the years), but then we got a row of three or four slow ballads about death and a wee funny song popped into my head to balance it out. So I sang Baby Sardine by Spike Milligan. (That link takes you to a performance by my other choir by the way. I’m the one in the hat!)
After stumbling to bed at some unearthly hour in the morning I was not exactly in peak form on Saturday, but then neither was anyone else. We soldiered on and learned some songs, then had a long break for lunch and free time.
It looked like a nice day so me and another friend decided to cycle round the island. It’s about 10.5 miles and usually takes me an hour. However, that nice weather did not last, and I hadn’t realised quite how exhausted I was. At one point, pedalling into the wind and horizontal rain, I only kept from crying because I was already having trouble seeing with the water dripping off my eyebrows! at least I can laugh at it now and I’ve got a story to tell.
Then there was more singing (once I’d changed into dry clothes), a quick nap before tea, and then more evening entertainment with the first ever Voicebeat weekend away quiz.
Bless the quizmaster, she must have spent hours and hours getting everything ready. But this was me and my friend pretty much throughout:
Every question was common knowledge…if you’re over 40. It turns out quizzes are really boring when you don’t know a single answer. We lost.
After that we had another singaround and more drinking and another very late night!
Sunday was extra special because we got to sing in the cathedral for a couple of hours. It sounds amazing in there!!
And then we went home and I face-planted my bed for 10 hours.
An added bonus was that I managed to get a lot of knitting done while we were singing. I’m onto the final section of my Nautilus.
So that was my weekend. What did everyone else get up to? Let me know in the comments!