I drove Mr Limey to a concert he wanted to attend (Bach's organ works) and hied me off to our last walk through. One of the festival organisers kindly fetched Mr Limey back in time for him to hear the festival finale in which I took part.
The performance took place in a truly magnificent and beautiful large walled garden. I'm afraid I was so involved in my part of it that I took no pictures apart from these two:
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