Winter brings us to the singers
There are honest-to-God carolers on my street. I thought they were a passing car or a radio, but they are five or six people with sheet music in hand standing on the steps at a slight diagonal across the street, appropriately next to a large conifer, singing "Ding Dong Merrily on High." I guess it is that season.
[edit] And now they are gone. I heard nothing after the last round of hosanna in excelsis and when I looked out, I couldn't see them anymore. They do not appear to have moved on to any other house; I can't hear them anywhere else on the street. If they went indoors, they sure didn't turn on the lights.
I guess it's ghost story for Christmas season, too.
[edit] And now they are gone. I heard nothing after the last round of hosanna in excelsis and when I looked out, I couldn't see them anymore. They do not appear to have moved on to any other house; I can't hear them anywhere else on the street. If they went indoors, they sure didn't turn on the lights.
I guess it's ghost story for Christmas season, too.
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Drove past at about 6pm and there were somewhere between 15 and 20 coaches just arriving to pick up the tourists.
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I live in Shropshire these days, but Rochester is my home town so I know that well and I was also an avoider.
Always stuck to sweeps as I dance and play.
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And Sweeps is definitely the superior festival. If for no other reason than the beer festival in the Gordon ;)
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I did not know there was a Christmas Dickens Festival, although now that I think about it for more than a picosecond I'm not surprised. What do they do that's not A Christmas Carol?
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Yikes.
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