The tiny outside turned out to be a big surprise. The inside was much bigger and filled with plygain groups from far and wide, from near Aberystwyth to Wrexham, Oswestry and Welshpool. Groups, two's, three's, ten and more with a soloist thrown in for good measure. Professor and farmers all coming together to sing to the glory of God in words from the Old & New Testaments. These are not shows of wonderful costume or the prima donna. The clothes are ordinary, sometimes even dull, for these are sometimes old farmers, not concerned with such things. They are smart in their own way, not modern! There is no clapping or cheering or pointless wolf whistles. This is not the place of the long gaps and the inevitable 'AND THE WINNER IS!!!!!! ......'. They come - do there bit - and sit down. Some groups will be ever so slightly 'out of tune' ... but no one will mention it, while others will be so close in harmony as to send a shiver down the spine.
Well - once again I got to sing the 'Carol y Swper' - The Supper Carol then a quick practice with the wonderful Rhiannon Ifan (author and a scholar from the University of Wales Centre for Advanced Welsh and Celtic Studies) before being invited to eat a real treat of a very late supper - for the time was now about half past ten or close to eleven at night. Well WHAT NEXT?