Hi, as I said on Penny's thread I watched the preliminaries and procession and heard great musicianship. It sort-of grips you for a while. The two moments that made me cry were because everything was done so perfectly, so it was a kind of pleasure that overwhelms! Got to hand it to your armed forces who work very hard to get it spot-on.
Five years ago, I was among family guests at an Evensong in St George's Chapel. A dozen little boys whose angelic singing voices were discovered in different schools, were invited to do a day of rehearsing with the Choir Director, to perform what they learned in the evening. Charlie was one of them and he was only 7! The man instructing them was not the one conducting the four singers today.
Parents were invited to enjoy lunch and tea with their sons and to be shown around the choir school and also Eton College 'next door'. My soprano friend took me in the evening and the little ones were brilliant at Evensong. My seat was in the stalls where Charles and Camilla were sitting today.
Obviously these (annual?) days conclude with any interested parent being handed an application form so they might apply for their son to go to boarding choirschool. Well, not for Charlie although that experience was superb. When I saw him in a dark navy cassock on my arrival, his first words were 'The grub is great'. He was not entirely 'into' singing and still very young. With my past experience of being sent away age 8, I could not wish it on any child. His parents wouldn't dream of it anyway, and s-i-l was a chorister but never sent away before Uni!.
Charlie likes music and still does piano, violin and drumming.
So that is my daily true story, folks.
Take care everyone
Trixie and I send love and hugs to Dita and Dollyxxxx