In May 2013 (my God it was a long time ago) I was sitting in the portico of Westminster Abbey’s cloister. It was so quiet and secluded from car traffic there, interrupted only by the bustle of the Westminster Abbeys Choir. One look from the choirmaster and the three boys immediately fell silent and then disappeared into a side entrance.
Devoutly I sat there listening to their singing through the cloister wall.
To all my readers I wish a happy and reflective Christmas.