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We were joined soon enough by others and soon were busy talking with a young Chinese couple (she: studying for an MBA at Cambridge; he: a foreign service officer visiting from Beijing), a very young grandmother recently returned to live in Cambridge after several years in London, and another local resident who joined us after waiting inside the walled complex (as mystified as we had been in his isolation on the other side of the gateway).
Our collective position at the head of the line assured us entry to the choir area for the late morning Christmas Day Sung Eucharist service, featuring choir, organ and a small string ensemble and performed with all the “high church” pageantry imaginable. We sat close to the altar at the far eastern end of the nave, the perfect location from which to hear and observe all the various goings-on.
The service itself was beautiful, built around a Mozart mass played and sung masterfully. Although not as crowded as the Christmas Eve service of Lessons and Carols, many participants, including us, really liked this service better, encompassing as it did a totally involving and complete worship experience. For us, it essentially striped our celebration of Christmas down to its bare essence, a very nice place to be, indeed!
We had Christmas Dinner at Browns, one of the few local establishments even open on this important religious holiday.
Later we strolled around town, seeking out holiday decorations (of which there were precious few in reality), finally returning to our Guest House in the early evening.
With little else to help pass the time, we ended up, in our cramped but comfortable quarters, just watching Christmas specials on the BBC before, once again, succumbing to an early “witching hour” and drifting off to sleep much sooner than has usually been the case.
Boxing Day dawned bright, sunny and quite chill. Since the local buses were, as they had been the day before on Christmas, not running at all, we once again hiked into town.
The next couple of hours passed quickly in the company of an excellent local guide who took us on a very informative and interesting historic walking tour.
That evening we went to experience “Jack and the Beanstalk” done up as an all-singing-all-dancing Pantomime, an impossible to describe but extremely popular cross-generational entertainment especially associated with the end-of-the-year holidays. We had a blast – and yet another early-to-bedtime to follow!
And so ended our lengthy bifurcated sojourn in
Look for some concluding observations sometime soon!
Our ten hour British Airways international flight from Mumbai to
Christmas Eve morning we got up easily enough - the five-and-one-half-hour time difference with
We weren’t exactly sure what etiquette required under the circumstances but lucked out when two local residents, Joanna and Graham, standing next to us in line, graciously took us under their wings. The day went very smoothly as a result.
As it turns out, those in line are allowed into the Chapel courtyard beginning at 7:00 a.m., late comers accommodated until church capacity (around 650 or so) is reached – which this year seemed to take until around 10:00 a.m., perhaps later.
The first few folks in the queue had actually turned up the day before. Heidi talked with one guy, fifth in line, who had attended the service some fifteen times previously; he’d camped out overnight in order to secure one of the coveted spots in the chapel choir area!
We were just outside that limit, but our early arrival did guarantee us admission. We ended up seated on the aisle a column or two back from the altar screen, allowing a (restricted) view of the choir and those participating in the service.
Once inside the courtyard, with pamphlet in hand describing what to expect while waiting, those in line are allowed to wander off to the loo, to purchase coffee and sandwiches at the snack bar, even to leave altogether as long as one returned before 1:30 p.m. when, in groups of thirty or so, we were allowed into the church.
Joanna was there to hold a spot for her mother, who had never attended before and who had prevailed on Joanna to go this year. Actually Graham was the one initially occupying her slot. He had injured his leg and had a cold to boot but had been recruited, along with another friend and two teenagers, to take turns holding the coveted spot in line. Joanna proved super organized: two folding chairs, ample snacks, reading material – all were supplied out of her large pink plastic bag!
I think Heidi and I ended up spending more time seated then did Joanna or her mother or any of the others who appeared over the course of the morning and early afternoon. The time went quickly enough as a result.
All up and down the line, folks settled in for the duration. Some played poker. There was a spirited Scrabble game going on among one gathering; another group of Chinese students squatted in a circle playing cards. We shared nearby space with a young Korean doctor and a family of four, trading stories about Christmases past and various holiday customs and traditions. We read a bit and walked around town, even stopping off to buy Boxing Day tickets to see “Jack and the Beanstalk”, a holiday pantomime playing locally here in Cambridge.
One group near the head of the line serenaded the rest of us mid-morning, as did the Senior Choristers themselves, who roamed up and down the line about an hour before the service began bedecked in Santa caps and singing secular songs of the season.
Even the weather cooperated: the temperature hovered around fifty degrees, and we even enjoyed some mid-day sunshine -- a great opportunity to photograph our surroundings!
The whole “queuing experience” proved relaxing, quite informal and rather enjoyable. Shortly before we went into the chapel, everyone packed up and left their gear piled up in a nearby covered portico – no checkroom needed, so security concerns, just a pile of stuff waiting to be picked up again once the service concluded.
Once inside the antechoir, we still had over an hour to wait. An extended organ prelude helped pass the time. Although the cloudy day precluded illumination of the stain glass windows surrounding us, the intricately detailed vaulted ceiling overhead was beautifully lit; and candles everywhere added to the overall beauty of the setting.
Dignitaries and others issued invitations to attend were ushered in as we waited, and there was a lot of last minute scurrying about in preparation. The overall atmosphere was one of great anticipation, however, as the congregation assembled, the Messiaen and Bach and Mendelshohn soared from the magnificent organ, and we read through our multipage program.
When the solo voice of the boy suprano (notified just seconds before that her had been chosen to open the service) echoed from the back of the chapel, "Once in Royal David's City...", everything came together - all the planning, the travel, the uncertainties, the waiting - to bring to reality one of our fondest dreams, attending the Christmas Eve service of Nine Lessons and Carols at Kings College Chapel in Cambridge, England.
Wow! We did it! We really did it! We're really here! We're here! Wow!
The service itself was absolutely beautiful: magnificent choral music, Biblical text intoned with a British accent, an incredible - and very large - Ruben's painting depicting the Nativity behind the altar. Who could ask for anything more?
After it was all over, we walked up into the choir area to rake in more of the setting itself, then hurried off for a light supper at a local pub before heading back to Broad Lands Guest House - where we both promptly fell into an exhausted sleep (that Indian time frame not definitely working against any alternative).
As always, the perfect beginning to our Christmas celebration and, now, a memory to cherish forever after ...