Kathryn Harries - Soprano

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Horrible Hayfever

Well, the forecasters have been dead right just for once; it was boiling hot even at 9am this morning and the day turned into an absolute scorcher. Rosie, Gordon and I breakfasted by the fish pond and huddled away from the glare of the sun under the umbrella. The quality of the light was more like Australia than England today; it had a brazen glare that seemed out of place in these greenly soft English hills.
Rosie went off to rehearse with Angela so she and Gordon could spend some of the day sight-seeing before the concert and I took Robert and his very expensive cello back to Gatwick. I drove extremely sedately and gave him no cause for concern at all. He’d heard tales of my arrival at Gatwick on Thursday from Jim and Linda; I was driving my parents’ Primera, which is a great car, but not when cornering at speed. I took the corner into arrivals at the North Terminal somewhat faster than ideal for this particular car and apparently, as I hurtled round the bend at a precipitous angle Jim said to Linda – ‘that’ll be Kathryn.’ And he was right. The car is a bit like a recalcitrant boat to drive – but it does hold rather more people than my MX 5; that came back from the repairers on Thursday looking as good as new after I rear ended someone at a roundabout down in Devon before the walk started. It was very buckled indeed and a very depressing sight. Anyway, Jim and Linda are using it for the weekend and I’m sticking to the Boat.
I rehearsed my solos with Angela before having a bite to eat at the farm and my voice was really rather good. By the time I came back to rehearse the ensembles with Linda, Donald Maxwell and Adrian Thompson, however, it was a different story and I could feel the hayfever taking hold.
I went home, had a rest, got my stuff together and was back at the farm by 6pm. I could feel my throat shutting down and did a long, gentle warm up to try to shift the muck off my vocal cords. With very little success, I have to say.
The concert went fantastically well; we had a full house and Linda, Jim, Angela, Rosie and Adrian were on spectacularly good form. I fought my way through my songs and arias and apparently sounded fine. I didn’t feel fine though; the effort and anxiety that result from trying to sing with hayfever of this magnitude make performing seem like one long, middle-aged hot flush of gigantic proportions! HORRIBLE.
Ann produced another delicious supper for us as our fabulous audience wended their way down the dark Surrey lanes to their homes.
Around midnight, the party broke up and Rosie and Gordon followed me back to my cottage and bed. Goodness knows what my poor old voice will be like tomorrow. I wonder if my hayfever will magically disappear when I stop singing.
It’d be sod’s law.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


just so you know..there is a forum out there dedicated to us hayfever sufferers. its at http://www.hayfeverforum.co.uk


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