The neighbour town is only 20 km away - but our daughter needed our car to go to her Ballett training. Luckily there's a train running from town to town. Our daughter took me to the station and my friend - living further away - collected me in the next town.
Unfortunately we couldn't stay until the end of the concert as I wanted to get the train before midnight - thinking of my poor child staying awake to collect me. Two years ago it was me staying up late to collect her.
Still - it was a fantastic evening with plenty of happy music and now sore hands from clapping and sore feet from dancing.
Cobblestones
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