It was a great moment to see 28 smiley, familiar faces turn up on the first Saturday and pile through the front doors with lots of oohing and aahing at our lovely house. I'm always rather amazed to find that a bunch of random people can come together and have such fun and - more to the point - make such a beautiful sound.
Their two concerts at Margon and Roujan were packed to the rafters with stunningly appreciative locals; highlights for me were American composer Whitacre's Lux Aurumque, Tchaikovsky's Dostoino Yest, and Victoria's O quam gloriosum.
My only setback for the week was pulling a ligament in my hip attempting to find some dance movements to accompany an African song (nice, middle-class, white choir from Cambridge... I ask you!) Hamba Lulu.
This really is the perfect place for a choir tour/holiday - urgently crossing my fingers that they come back again next year.
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