After tea and golden wedding cake which rapidly followed lunch we had a stroll round the quite beautiful Clare College gardens and then, we decided with several friends to go to King’s College Chapel next door for evensong.
We strolled around in the sunshine; naively, because it was a Saturday and not a special day of any sort that we knew, we were startled to have to join a queue snaking round two sides of the quadrangle, simply to get into the chapel.
We were fortunate enough to get in, and even more fortunate to be seated almost immediately behind the choir.No mobiles (obviously), no photographs and no recording so I was thinking you’d have to rely on your imagination and memories of the Lesson of the Nine Carols at Christmas to paint the picture for you.
But by an incredible coincidence, my very favourite, much respected and admired book blogger, Dovegreyreader, has actually written a blog post today, with wonderful photos after a recent visit to King’s. Do have a look, and if you enjoy reading I am sure you would find her reviews very stimulating, and beautifully written.
I do have three of John’s to show you however, and you will be amused to see that even in a King’s College Chapel Tudor crown he managed to spot a swallows’ nest!
However, back to the service. It may have been an ‘ordinary Saturday service’ but there was nothing ordinary about it at all.The anthem was Britten’s ‘Hymn to St. Cecilia’; all the music, the singing and even the readings were absolutely faultless, and in that superb setting it was all very deeply moving…
We were greeted, individually and very pleasantly as we filed out and i was startled to be actually thanked for attending by one member of the clergy when I remarked how moving I had found the service!
You have to pay to enter the chapel as a visitor/tourist but not if you come to a service, and in fact it was quite hard to find where to leave a donation.