Tunnel of light

After shopping and coffee in the market square, I returned to prepare for friends coming round for a meal tonight.  In the afternoon, a wedding party from England arrived at the church and a few of us swelled their numbers to sing the hymns.  Mrs TT often complains when playing the organ at weddings that no-one sings or seems to know the hymns.  The service was not very long so I hurried back to catch up with the sport.