Saturday was chocolate cake day. New Mill Male Voice Choir had their annual stall in Holmfirth; to raise its local profile and advertise concerts. We chose a central spot, next to the butcher, so footfall was much greater than the market where we had been before. The weather was kind.
There were plenty of passers-by who got their heads down and tried to ignore us. Either lacking social skills or not wanting to do or give anything in exchange for our piece of chocolate cake. My response was 'You don't know what you're missing.' They didn't hang around long enough to discover the cake was free.
More sociable pedestrians smiled and touched their tummies or said one or all of the following:
'I'm on a diet.'
'I'm trying to lose it.'
'Not with my weight.'
'I'm gluten free.'
'No, I'm dairy.'
'I've just had my breakfast.'
There was a smell of cooking bacon throughout the morning, to be replaced around 11.45am by notes of battered fish.
A good half of our custom had a piece of cake, laughed and said thank you. Many were from the Holme Valley, had heard of us and intended to come to a concert. Who knows? Our 100 programmes were gone by 11.30am
A dozen or more singers turned out. Some went round the shops where chocolate cake was more than welcome. The butcher was especially grateful, though we didn't get any free meat samples.
Some of our visitors wondered whether the cake was home made. Yes, thanks to Greg at the Bridge Bakery.
We still haven't worked out how to muster enough singers to perform a short set. Maybe next year.
warm bread cold meat
home portraits far flung sun fun
cake and song for love