Since it was also Ben's last day of work in the guitar shop in Clifton, we met him back at his home early afternoon and then spent a few hours roaming the streets, exploring a bookshop, picking up a tasty lunch and then grabbing coffee at the Arnolfini by the waterside rather than spend too long looking at boats bobbing up and down in large, grey waves and wind.
Granna and Grandad met us shortly after we arrived at the church, a little early so we ended up in the front row: embarrassing for Ben but great for us!
The choir was unaccompanied and they knew all their songs by heart (our own conductor's dream). Because they were watching their two conductors so closely the timing was great and everything sounded beautifully crisp and clear. We could see and hear Ben singing with great gusto, and looking as though he meant it, a good lesson to me in looking active rather than nervous.
Great job Ben!
Drifter is now back in the water and Martin is trying to get her cleaned up (below deck every surface is currently covered in tools) so that he and Rosie can do a shake-down trip over Easter if the weather is half decent. If the forecast is correct I shall opt to cook a hearty, hot meal on their return rather than join them.