Singing in Thorverton

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baroque music, Brumel, early music, gravestones, renaissance music, Robert Harre Jones, singing, Tallis, Thorverton, Thorverton Arms, Thorverton Parish Church.

It’s been a while since I posted, so I thought I’d do something on another of my great interests, singing.  Especially when it consists of singing with a group of others (the fewer the better, for my liking), and when the music was written in the renaissance or baroque periods.

Today I made my way to Thorverton, a village in north Devon.  It was bitterly cold outside my car, so I didn’t stop long to take photos on the way.

The music-making was to take place in Thorverton Parish Church, which I was very pleased to find was heated.

Cottage by the side of the church

I was to join a number of other ‘Early music’ fanatics, to work on, under the direction of Robert Harre Jones, two sets of Lamentations, based on extracts from the Bible’s Lamentations of Jeremiah:

 

This little fellow, about 30 cm/12 ins high, was at my right shoulder all day.

It was admiring his carving that gave me the idea of taking sufficient photos to do a post, though sadly I only had my not-very-good phone camera on me. (That’s my excuse anyway.)  Anyway, I took photos of a few things around the church during the coffee break.

(I have no idea..)

I did pop out into the churchyard for a couple of minutes, but soon popped in again, it was so bitterly cold.

We had to go out for lunch though, taken in the Thorverton Arms.

Here are mein host and his frau.

It had warmed up a bit, so I spent a little longer in the churchyard after lunch, admiring the great diversity of headstones.

Only as I came back to the church did I notice a monument, set into the outside wall,  dating back as far as the eighteenth century, though I hadn’t studied the very worn tombstones in detail for dates.

During the tea break

an audience started arriving

to hear a final run through of the pieces we had been working on.

RHJ introducing the pieces

I just adore the Tallis – that’s what had attracted me to do the workshop – and the beautiful Brumel piece was a real revelation.

It was warmer as I drove home, and I stopped a little more frequently to take photos.  Fortunately, after a while I found myself on roads that didn’t permit of stopping, or I’m not sure when I would have managed to get back.