In this, the tenth anniversary concert of Taplow Choirs, there were all of the organisation’s traditions. As usual, a broad programme carried an eclectic range of music, from sacred to spiritual. A possibly slightly ill-rehearsed dance, to a lively African number, nonetheless attracted huge applause. And, as ever, parents fanned themselves madly; a vain attempt to relieve themselves of the insane heat.
A fantastic finale to our time at Furze Platt, the Prom did one especially brilliant thing: it cleared the air. In the dying days of Year 13, the usual strong sense of community had somewhat collapsed. Tonight, though, it was very much alive and well.