It seems that work on the Trosa town church belfry has been completed. I don’t know what they’ve done but, finally, after what seems years, the scaffolding is coming down and the bell recording will soon be packed away to be replaced with the real thing.
It was actually at the beginning of October that work started. I wrote about it here on an otherwise pretty dull day.
Actually, today could have been pretty dull as well except for two things. We attended a free, unexpected concert at the church and, secondly, a giant TV arrived at the house.
It’s safe to say that we are very slow adopters of the giant TV mania. We see them everywhere. They dominate front windows in streets all over the place. I’ve maintained that our relatively tiny screen is more than enough for us. But I guess I was wrong because our new TV is massive.
It was delivered by Rolf today. He unpacked and set it up, ably assisted by Mirinda, and left it in complete domination of the lounge room. I was in the centrum, buying essential alcohol and returned to a much diminished room. It’s like an extra wall. If it wasn’t so thin, we could live in it.
One good thing about the size is that I can watch it without my glasses. Another is that Mirinda can read the subtitles. We also had congratulations from Amanda and Sophie who have laughed at the size of our old TV for many years. They claim we’ll get used to it.
Before we could really test it by watching something, we headed off up to the church in order to attend a brass concert given by the Army Band Saxophone Quartet and Flutes. Mirinda happened to see that it was happening today, so we went. And what an excellent outing it proved to be.
The band featured Viktoria Stenborg Lindström (flute), Malin Gustavsson (flute), Per Friman (soprano saxophone), Filip Källner (alto saxophone), Jesper Eriksson (tenor saxophone) and Sebastian Fjellheim (baritone saxophone). And they were fantastic.
I thought Viktoria, especially, was superb. Her solo piece by Claude Debussy was hauntingly beautiful. But that’s not to diminish the others. No, they were all amazing.
They played all manner of pieces from Bach to a contemporary composer called Herman Beeftink, who wrote some mean Celtic pieces that made my feet want to get up and dance a jig in the aisle.
It really was an excellent way to spend an hour in our lovely, local church.
Back at the house, the brooding TV ended up entertaining us as well, though rather than with music, with some colossal pictures. I feel we’ve finally entered the 21st century.
