Well, the first load of choristers are home from our journey to the UK. The flight was good, longer than on the way over and a bit of turbulance, but pretty good. I was thinking we would get back home in time to see Veronica before her bedtime, since we made it through customs fairly quickly....but that hope was dashed when the luggage carousel broke down as it was bringing out bags out.
There was some confusion to what carousel to switch to, but we eventually got our bags and got home around 9pm.
It seems strange, but also good to be at home. Looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight (no dorm room and walking down the hall to the toilet, and no sinking into the middle of the bed!).
My favourite part of the trip I think was our time in Lincoln. I felt part of the church as we got used to the space and got to know the people there. Windsor was great - amazing to sing in the chapel where kings and queens have walked before us - not so great in terms of our camera though. London was lots of fun too, but we could have used an extra week or two to see all that the city has to offer. We'll just have to go back.....................
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