The concert by Stuart Townend was announced as something different. I was dubious at first, but it turned out to be exactly that, as the first half-hour or so was taken up by jazz from Mark Edwards and band: superb stuff, very high quality. The musicians generally were top-notch, adding another dimension to Stuart Townend’s fairly straightforward Celtic-inspired hymns and songs. Some of these were extremely good (In Christ Alone is still the best); others were merely good. He did a great deal of talking too, and the concert lasted for three hours, including a 20-minute interval. Bridget and David were there, and Harriet, who took Vicky’s place when she realised it would be too much of a rush after spending the day in London. Holy Trinity was packed, of course.

Dot had just finished a tiring afternoon delivering some philosophy for teachers at a school just outside Norwich. We were both feeling a bit shaky, but it was worth making the effort. Today is wet and dismal, and Dot has gone off to Diocesan House for a conference for aspiring heads. She is giving one of the talks. She is actually a bit of a star, but of course I always knew that. I have one or two things lined up: I am writing a story for Oliver for Christmas, a Christmas dramatic poem for church, a course for editors of church magazines on behalf of the parish pump website and some material for the Paston website to bring it up to date.