Whitacre, Dove, Lauridson (though gone a bit too Classic FM this time), Tavener, Leighton. All good stuff!
Rosey and I played our standard game of lying on our back on the Chapter House floor. This is for two purposes: 1) to look at the ceiling properly
and 2) to see if we can pursuade any tourists that this is the done thing!!
Here is my homage to the marvellous tiling:
When we came out after the rehearsal it had turned into a proper british winter afternoon - all cold and crisp and slightly grey. Oglethorpe was pretty:
And I caught a Minster-man embracing modern technology which amused me: