Yesterday was singularly peripatetic. I was on the 8:04 from Haymarket to go and cover a service in sunny (not) Dumbarton. Even with a change on to the low level train at Queen Street, I was there by 10am. Mattins was said "en train", as was the Midday Office! A thoroughly enjoyable modern Mass (despite the Graham Kendrick ditties) was had, complete with the traditional heckling of the "Edinb***ers" by the Weegies during the notices. I said I wasn't taking offence because "Ah'm frae Fife!". And impersonated Karl Barth singing during the sermon - don't ask!
Back to barracks and some cooking, then off to Old St Paul's for Evensong and Benediction. The office was choral indeed - just the choir because the Curate slept in! He's obviously getting into African time in preparation for his move to South Africa! The evening ended with some party to raise funds for music therapy for traumatised Bosnian children. A busy but fun day.
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