More churchy culture

Going back in time a bit here.

the lure

I knew it was a beautiful (decommissioned) church

we were watching

and they played

And they played well.  Great fun.  But oh so difficult to sit there and not dance.  It should have been set up like a bar, bubbly cooling in the font.  It was also a bit disturbing - I fell in  love with the bass player who looks like my grandson Kit, but the violinist looked like the murderer in  The Sixth Commandment

The next day was Remembrance Day.

the lovely bugle player, David, strolls from the Last Post

 

Maria Voices were amazing as usual.  Amongst more traditional numbers, they sang a thought provoking song written by guitarist Andrew called, I think, The Call.

And local historian, Kath, did it right with poppies.

Sunday brought an early birthday and Christmas celebration for Soiree Anne, who will be away for both.

we graced the EastCoaster - the usual eatery of choice

Anne, sitting next to me at the end, had given me a red, flouncy top, so I whipped up a skirt to go with it.  Anne was impressed but reprimanded me for not going to the hairdresser (who has a wrist injury, in case you're wondering).

gratuitous garden shot