Post 1659. Saturday April 21
My Friend Rosey has been part of my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Rosey thought she’d visit the cathedral. She often wondered what it was like inside. The door opened with a creak, then closed behind her with a loud clunk which echoed around the grey open space. Her footsteps clattered as she walked up the nave. She let out a sudden little sneeze, she only does little sneezes. She heard it again and again, then again! Her face lit up. Then she clapped, just a gentle clap, and it repeated from behind, in front and above.
As she wandered into the quire, she saw sheets of music in neat little piles in front of the wooden choir stalls. She had a sudden desire to sing, the echo in there was just amazing!
“All things bright and beautiful….” then she stopped suddenly. and listened in amazement as her voice travelled around and around and around.
“Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-ey-ey-ey-ool-yah”. Back her voice came. Fantastic! It occurred to her she might be able to sing a round with herself!
“Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?”
It worked! As she sang the second line the first one came back and joined in! She was suddenly aware of another voice. Not hers, it was far too deep!
“Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines, ding dang dong, ding dang dong” it sang.
A cassock clad priest appeared from behind a pillar. “That was lovely, how about we sing this one together?”
“Row, row, row your boat.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream”.
I don’t how long they sang rounds for, but I know she had a jolly good time!
Monday, T is for The Tooth Fairy
On this day last year, we went shopping in Amble Bay’s Main Street. If you need anything and want to pop back click HERE