This year marked the 100th anniversary of The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols at King’s College Chapel. And, before the grammar Nazis pick me up on the extra apostrophe in the title, this Carol was there too.
While I normally watch Carols from King’s on TV, glass of fizz in hand, this Christmas we made an early start to attend the real thing.
Why are the hoomins up at 2.30am?
Because, dear Mishmish, this is what the queue for tickets looked like at 3 am.
Yes, it really was that early, and tickets weren’t going to be handed out till 7am.
Not that I’m complaining. Some people had camped outside the college for three days, despite the rain. The weather was fine when I got there, if a little chilly. No wonder people had their warmest coats, hats, sleeping bags, sheets of tin foil, etc.
The motley crowd had more than a touch of the Canterbury Tales, with people from all over. Originally a gift to the people of Cambridge, the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols is now a gift to the world.
The queue is finally on the move.
And here’s where the precious tickets are handed out, but only if you remembered to bring ID.
Now it’s time for the hardy types to pack up and go home for a few hours’ rest.
It’ll be a doddle.
Totes got the hang of this.
It must all fit. Although… could be worth turning the bike around.
Maybe a couple of minor adjustments.
And here’s yet another happy camper, complete with dining chair.
No idea who this was, but they were a lot more stylish.
Outside King’s Chapel around 2pm.
Building started on the chapel in 1446 under Henry VI and took over a century to build.
It has the largest fan vault ceiling anywhere, and some of the finest medieval stained glass.
Just before the service began, it looked like this.
As always, the opening carol is ‘Once in Royal David’s City’, starting with a spine-tingling solo voice from the back of the chapel. There’s always a new, specially commissioned carol. The 3pm service is not the Carols from King’s, which is pre-recorded for BBC TV earlier in December, and broadcast a couple of hours later on Christmas Eve.
You can see the 1918 Order of Service here.
The crowd files out into the dusk.
Mist had already descended over the Backs.
By contrast, we slept well into Christmas Day. Christmas dinner was at Six, a restaurant with 360⁰ views of the city.
This view shows Charlotte and Harriet asking the waiter whether the gravy is vegetarian.
This shot of St John’s Chapel didn’t turn out quite as planned, but it’s jolly all the same.
Here’s hoping you all had a wonderful Christmas. See you in the queue next year?