The clocks have gone forward; so it must be summer time. Unfortunately, it has simultaneously got quite a lot colder; so although this evening is lighter, it is pretty chilly. Earlier (it seemed very early) we had a joint service at St Luke’s – café church, and I played guitar, with Nicky on keyboards and young Snell on bass guitar. Dot was tired out after yesterday; so she came later and just sang. It was a good service with a strong St Aug representation, and cake.
As it’s Mothering Sunday, Dot and I decided to put flowers on the graves of our parents and wondered if anyone would put flowers on our graves (in due course). It’s all to do with proximity, and very easy for us. After North Walsham cemetery we went and walked in Bacton Woods, which was sheltered from the wind and let some sunshine in. Very pleasant.
The previous two days (starting with Friday evening) saw us volunteering at a Norwich Christian Meditation Centre event featuring Rachel Rose Reid, who is a brilliant Jewish storyteller. Learnt quite a lot about the Old Testament! We also looked after the money and were on the welcome desk. Those two days were actually quite warm.
On Thursday evening I met Dot in the city and we had a snack in The Exchange at Jarrolds, followed by a drink in the wine bar and then a Book Launch, which actually took place up on the third floor. It was a photographic book about ruined Norfolk churches by a guy called Clive Dunn (Don’t panic; it wasn’t him). He gave a short but interesting talk. Susan Curran, the publisher, seemed pleased to see us ( I often patronise her launches) and we chatted to her and her husband – also to Matt Williams, who goes to our church and is shortly to publish a book on Submerged Norwich. He is a geologist, but I am trying not to hold that against him. Really nice evening, and very well attended.
The previous day we had afternoon tea at Des and Chris’s, and they told us about their far eastern holiday, though without pictures. Nice biscuits, though.
And as I mentioned last time, Jessie’s funeral was on Monday, when it was extremely cold, but bright. David drove up for it, and gave Philip a lift down to Centre Parcs at Elvedon afterwards. He was having a break there. Also present were Teresa and, amazingly, Sheila, who is 90. Both of them seemed very cold; so I hope another funeral is not imminent. Eleanor took the service – very gentle, as Jessie would have wanted. Afterwards there was food and drink at Elm Court Farmhouse up the road in Horsham St Faith’s.
Since then I happened to notice in the paper that Lily’s husband Roy Lond had died; so I wrote her a card. Am thinking about going to the funeral, though I never met him.