Making a joyful noise

It’s the annual reggae festival in the house behind us. It’s a very happy atmosphere — lots of singing, lots of laughter, all their children are running wild, and even the local dogs are joining in with the noise.

Music Richard Simpkin

The trouble is, it’s nearly one o’clock in the morning and, if it’s anything like last year, the night is still young, so the happiness is confined to a very small, but very committed section of our street. Still, it gives me a good opportunity to get this article written ahead of my monthly deadline. The congregation at St. Helen’s will just have to suffer me playing with my eyes half shut tomorrow morning. Either that, or they’ll get a reggae version of ‘Amazing grace’, which I reckon might work quite well...