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Summer madness Well I thought I'd heard it all, but obviously I haven't One of my lovely organists today is going to start a two week cycle ride, the length of the whole country, to raise money for my renovation and new pipes.  Wow! I'm told he's going from South to North  -  not sure why, but then I've never been on a bike  -  and will play 4 organs on the way.  He's playing my keys here in the Abbey next Thursday evening All my followers can easily check on his progress.  He's obviously seen how modern I can be and is going to keep a Blog  -  just like I do  -  and put photographs on something called Instagram How good is that!  And I do hope he will be able to raise lots of money for the work that I need to be done Now, Dear Follower, what are you going to do to raise £££s for me?

Choir holiday Now its summer, those lovely people in the choir have a month off and I won't be seeing them again until September But its a bus-people's holiday for them because last weekend they sang in a beautiful large church in Bristol  -  St Mary Redcliffe.  They sang some of my most favourite music  -  by Stanford, Sumsion and Wood  -  but also some more modern music, although for once not french! And I'm told the organ there has over 4,000 pipes, 4 keyboards, lots of buttons (which work) and 32 foot stops!  That's over twice as large as me, and its so big there are some pipes they can't use very often in case they are too noisy for visitors.  Mr Nigel was spoilt for choice over which of the many pipes to use first. But just think how I will sound, in this fantastic building, once I've been renovated and all my missing pipes installed.  I only need another 500 pipes to make all the difference so please keep money coming in t...

Mid summer again I don't like the heat.  Despite trying my very best, it saps my energy and I start to run out of wind, so the largest of my lovely pipes don't get enough air to show themselves off properly. I much prefer it to be raining and damp.  June this year was lovely.  It was one of the very dampest summer months I’ve ever seen.   It’s poured with rain.   It’s drizzled with mizzle.   And the sun took itself off to more welcoming places People complain when its wet    -   not me!   Whenever it’s wet, all that leather binding all my little motors can breathe again.   This lovely Abbey building gets an extra acoustical bounce.   And I sound even better than usual.   But that's only until they put the heating back on   -   that’s always bad news for me, and I’d much rather people put jumpers, coats hats and gloves on when visiting, and for the heating to be left off So here we are in August ag...