Round the campfire

Every year, at the end of the summer term, our choir has a party on a magical island in the River Avon. We picnic and barbeque first, and then get down to the serious business of singing around the fire (except that it's not serious at all). It's a chance to revisit old favourites - songs from Africa, eastern Europe, Pacific Islands and other far flung places, and to busk some classic Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel and so on. It is one of my favourite evenings of the year - a mix of eating, drinking and singing all in the open air. What could be better?