Singing on the water

It must have been one of the most wonderful choral evenings in recent years. The sun set, the water still. All of us kayaking and canoeing through the centre of Ghent. And we sang.

It had something of the third part of a cantus, someone said. Indeed it did. The same silence (but with music), the same darkness (but with light), the same intoxication (but without beer).

The torches on our boats were a perfect match.

No infections on the choir journey and yet the choir went viral. An exaggeration to say: we were filmed from the quay and the result was distributed and viewed by many.

And we hope: admired.