It was frenetic in Brighton train station this morning. I went to meet my friends off the train. They had kindly offered to come and sing with us this afternoon – they normally sing in the chant choir at St James, Spanish Place in London. We had to battle our way through the day-tripping crowds to make it back to the house. It would have seemed everyone was heading to the beach. Well not everyone.
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I have never sung on Good Friday before and found myself shaking whilst singing the Tract. I nearly dropped the Triplex on a couple of occasions as we sung our way through those incredibly beautiful elongated melismatic phrases. I was particularly struck by the limited range of the Tract.