New Year, old times

A New Year and a new president of the USA is just over a week away, promising to start America’s reputation anew. But I’d like to start with something from last year that I’d like to chronicle - the carol service in Rochester. Altaa and I only went to Rochester by chance, turning up merely to see the old city by night. However, this night was the special evening when many dressed up in Victorian/Dickensian clothes and processed up and down the High Street. It was wonderful, even the ancient fire engines. This Dickens Christmas Carol finished up in front of the cathedral, compered on stage by the genial Deacon of Rochester. Many of the old classics got an airing, as ‘snow’ fluttered down on us - that snow being pumped out by a large tower as shredded washing-up foam - amusing in its artificiality. The surprise of the treat added to its fun. Indeed, a great night out.