One of the unexpected consequences of having a daughter who is into music is the variety of events and venues I get to chauffeur her to. This morning started with a persistent alarm clock at 5.30am. Up and out with daughter, a mandolin, bag of music and a confused looking spaniel by 6.15 heading for the Cave-Penney Cross on the slopes of Corndon Tor. There we met some of the other members of the folk band she plays in, including the one who is a lay preacher and was responsible for the early start. And we waited for the the congregation to arrive for an Easter Sunday sunrise service. The weather was not promising – low cloud scudded across the view in front of us obscuring the top of the tor and a cold wind whipped across the hillside. At least it wasn’t raining, as you can’t play stringed instruments in the rain – well, not if you ever want to play them again!
Suddenly we saw a figure emerging from the mist higher up the tor and then another one coming round the side of the tor. And another, plus labrador. The congregation had walked up from their homes on the other side of the hill. After a necessary round of hot chocolate the band got ready and hymn sheets were distributed.