Yggdrasil Day

My Ash on the road to Rudston

Loyal followers will know by now that the road from Filey to Beverley and back is my favourite . 

I know every tree and shrub. I did know every pothole. Like Archdruid Eileen and her tealit family late of Husbourne Crawley and now back again without seeming to have gone anywhere I am totally dedicated to the seasons and equinoxes and wild plants in between. I know why the Ash Tree is the number one tree of the Norsemen and Norsewomen. 

*It is nothing at all to do with London Plane Trees. 

It is nothing at all to do with lay lines to Rudston

 or lack of snow on Holmenkollen in May.

The Ash tree is definitely the very last tree to come into bud on the Yorkshire Wolds . It is also the first tree to start turning yellow in the Autumn. This makes it totally noteworthy. 

The roads from Kilham to Rudston and from Burton Fleming to Kilham are lined frequently with Ash Trees. I look forward to seeing them every week on my trips to Beverley to take aged parent to HC at Beverley Minster . I know that Ash is the very best wood for burning too. So I know what to do if I survive past October 21st. 

 The Yggdrasil  of the Rudston Road may or may not have pictures of its cousins in the Oslo Radhus but it is on a pre-viking road within spitting distance of the site of a Roman Villa .

One thing that  would never have been on the Kilham Road in the Ist Century AD would have been a row of Potatoes. These were calling to the skies 'Please ! rain ', not nearly as much as the wail from the field  south of Kilham the rows there  were calling 'Please! Please !Please !Rain'.

* My Aged Parent has not believed me until today . I told her that the reason the bark of the trees outside her front door looked as if it was peeling was a design feature, and that the trees were London Plane Trees DEFINITELY. She only believed me today as the flowers and leaves are identifiable .

Hull Blitz-a city on the east Coast

Aunty Alice had to wear this homemade ID tag all during the 1939-45 war in case her body had to be identified.

Brown paper strips were still stuck to the pantry window even in 1986 when she died and the house was sold. 

An incendiary bomb did once land on the huge communal front lawn *and so as all the glass in the house was shattered and  had to be repaired, the family- Grandpa , Grandma, unable to walk  since 1930, Aunty Alice , spinster of the Parish , housekeeper, carer, cook and chief bottle washer,  were all evacuated to Market Weighton to the vicarage to sit out the war, but they did  return after a few months to Sutton.  My father worked for Hull Corporation Telephones and spent the war fire watching in Sutton at night having worked all day cycling round the docks doing telecommunication type things and hoping not to set off unexploded bombs  with the vibration of the bike. The air raid shelter was a reinforced dining room , as grandma was not mobile. My whole early years were coloured by stories of the war in Hull, and more especially its effect on a household.It was always drummed in to me that Hull was only ever called 'a city on the East Coast' and that a wider world just had no idea of the devastation.


*http://www.rhaywood.karoo.net/pics/maps/_8.gif
http://www.hullblitz.org/

Have looked at these 2 sites and cannot verify the heresay from my Aunt, (who died 1986) Will talk to aged parent (91) tomorrow and see if she knows where the bomb dropped. She is all there and half way back and will remember what she was told. She , born in Birkenhead , spent most  of her war in the WAAF in Gloucestershire and Worcestershire and married my father in 1946.

Amendment


Mother said that there was a bomb and bomb blast. The family of Grandma, Grandpa and Aunty Alice did indeed go to Market Weighton for over a year. Father remained at Church Mount,and the maid was kept on to keep the house  clean and presumably do laundry . She did not live in , but came in every day. Father was in charge of the Sutton Telephone Exchange(corner of Holderness Road and Mayberry Ave). In the evenings he had to Fire Watch at the docks, and keep the telecommunications going on Ships.

HULL CITY OF CULTURE -ALWAYS HAS BEEN

Tell me sister

Dear Sister  Susan
As my first follower,  and chief critic-What do you think? Winter has left FileyNarnia and the Wolds Way in Summer has replaced it-do you like it?
With love from your older sister
Margaret

Food for Free for the End Times

Last weeks post has got me thinking, rather  Doomwatch Moments. I have been thinking about what would happen to me as the food provider in this Filey Establishment known as home if I couldnt buy anything because I refused to take a microchip inplant whose Code reader included the numbers 666. Just letting my imagination run of course. So I am stocking up on bags of dried beans in my mind. I am getting water from the springs in the Ravine, and boiling it on the Morso Squirrell, which I will have fuelled with all the wood I find in skips in Arthurs Asphalt. I am re-reading , just as part of my End Time plans you understand, my well loved copy of Richard Mabeys innovative book Food For Free, which I bought in 1973. 

Chickweed

So for lunch today , with the Chicken and Leeks  and new potatoes I  treated us to some delicious Chickweed greens. They tasted just like spinach. We always have a good crop around the oleander in the greenhouse. It steamed up a treat,  served up with some bacon: tastes like spinach, would have been better picked last week , as stems a bit chewy

I am on a roll now. I am going to try the stems of Alexanders, and thanks to tonights edition of Countryfile think Japanese Knotweed Rhubarb substitute could be interesting.
I am going to try a row of Good King Henry now.  I have ordered a packet from Chiltern Seeds. I just love the linnean Chenopodium bonus -henricus. That has to be the best name for any plant. It beats my other favourite Capsella bursa-pastoris, and I leave it to you to remember your Latin lessons.

Apocalypse 21st May 2011

Menorah in Jerusalem -for New Temple

Fundamentalist Christians have been predicting dates for End Time Happenings for years. Matthew Skinner wrote of this recently in the Huffpost. The latest expected date for  the Rapture is 21st May 2011.

Now this Fileygardener has just planted 3 rows of Rhubarb Chard and I just don't trust anyone to water them if I am here one moment and gone the next. 

Ever since I first heard about 'The Rapture' when I was a baby Christian it has fascinated me. I still love the Bart Simpson take on it.

Sermons on Eschatology are rare in St Oswalds Filey.  In fact I have never heard one . I really annoyed my family in the 1980s by refusing to buy any products by P.............and G..........., and spouting forth about the Glass Pyramid at the Louvre and giving all my friends copies of books like 'This Present Darkness' by Frank Peretti, which was doing the rounds in 1987  and the best selling book
 in the Dorking Christian Bookshop. Its not about End Times, but about Angels and Demons and is a great read.  

Until Brian in our housegroup started on the Wendy Alec novels that is. My husband insisted that I would like them, he has read them all first. So I tried the first one of the Chronicles of Brothers-The Fall of Lucifer. It tells the story of brothers Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer. The descriptions of Heaven and the other wordly dimensions are purely speculative of course, with Bible bits fitted in, like the Fall. In fact running through my head is that verse(Rev 22v 18) about adding to the Revelation. Nevertheless I stuck with this book to please Colin. 

Second book 'Messiah-The first Judgement' is much better, as it tells the whole story of Jesus from another point of view, that from the Angels and Demons. I stuck with it.

The Third one The Son of Perdition is by far the best.Brian reviewed it on the Parish Blog, as he did the other two here and  here.

So like Brian , I could not put Son Of Perdition down. The Anti -Christ is cloned from Satan and from Prime Minister Of England he rises to creator of a New World Order, hinting now at the next book where marks of the beast will be implanted for buying and selling . The Ark of the Covenant is discovered and traded to Israel for the Temple Mount where the new 3rd Temple awaits the Messiah or the Abomination of Desolation of the Antichrist. This book  knocks spots off The Da Vinci Code. 

So all this Osama Bin Ladin stuff on TV at the moment and the droughts, famines, earthquakes, Flu pandemics and the proposed abolition of Cheques, what with Nuclear fuel seepage  following the tsunami all add up in my book to END TIMES.  Our Housegroup has been talking about it, we are all joking about being raptured, and what happens to the Pets, (yes !you can buy into a Scheme to re house them in event  of Owner  Rapture!). Underneath it all we are quite serious that the End times of Revelation are seeming near and probable. 

We have all decided to Trust God and not worry about it, we are seeking Repentance, trying to be more loving with the help of God, and to pray like mad for our neighbours.

Wendy Alecs Books are FICTION. The Bible is FACT and inspired. Homer  Simpson is right most of the time. Not all Jesuits are on the wrong side. Its all right to buy Fairy Liquid .

"No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."
Mark 13v32

Addendum Thurs 5th May
Have been trying to remember the author of the book which astounded me in the 1970s and 80's.
It was Hal Lindsey's Late Great Planet Earth. I prayed that I would remember it if it was important, I did so it must be.

WE are having a lovely day

Bunting up

Walk to park at 8am with children

Wear them out first ,trip to park at 8am

Just crudites and sausages to keep us going

All quiet in sitting room

Filey's Royal wedding celebrations 2pm 

Boys happy for ages in balloon sword fight

Our neighbour David  has been busy as Town Crier

Am ready to watch it all again!

H/t to Rev Bosco Peters

I put this on the Filey Parish Blog ,and have had many positive comments so have put it here as well, I use Rev Bosco Peters Liturgy site frequently, It is a great site for those doing Parish Websites and Parish Blogs.

Gods in his heaven all's right with the world

Sounds like rubbish to me. I've had an awful Lent.

I've run out of time , patience and devotion. I am jealous, greedy, fat and self obsessed. No one likes me.  I want to have a blog like the Old Geezers with thousands of followers. I want to  have enough money to not worry when the window cleaner comes. I want to feel full of joy when I wake up every morning, instead of pretending I do. I want to remember to be disciplined , to wake up and start Praising  straight away, taking captive every thought and experiencing that place after a while where the sacrifice of Praise kicks in to knowing the presence of God. 

Then there's the news, what Darkness. 

Ive just got up. Its always worse first thing. 

That was a rant . I'm working it out. Ive read my bedside ancient copy of Imitation of Christ . The marker has got to Book 3 , Ch 54. Wouldnt you just know that todays bit is all about 

CHAPTER LIV (project gutenberg)
Of the diverse motions of Nature and of Grace

"My Son, pay diligent heed to the motions of Nature and of Grace,
because they move in a very contrary and subtle manner, and are
hardly distinguished save by a spiritual and inwardly enlightened
man.  All men indeed seek good, and make pretence of something
good in all that they say or do; and thus under the appearance of
good many are deceived. 

I've read on the whole chapter. Its sorted me out. or rather HE has. I am looking too at Bobby's post today on the Filey Parish Blog, and Pams yesterday. We are all having a time of it it seems. Thats good, sounds like a good Lent to me.

Burgess Hill and Beyond

Filey is full of visitors today. How can I tell?
Well here the normally very quiet new Tescos is full , well at least busy, with people buying ready meals and pizzas, Packs of Stella and bottles and bottles of fizzy water and Chardonnay.

On the way to Tescos, municipalia in excelsis

We locals know when the shoppers do not live here, but have caravans  and holiday homes here  because in the winter it is just us. I grew up in a large village, and Filey always feels the same to me. My mother used to say when she sent us to the shops   'Don't tell the village your business!' 

So , walking home from the trip to my local small Tesco store I was so pleased to see the Season is now well and truly STARTED. A sunny, and warm day, (19degrees  in the garden today) and Filey is the ideal seaside town for a  weekend. 

I love seeing people relaxing, walking on the Brigg and beach, having a coffee sitting outside Frothies or the Corner Cafe, and  browsing in our small shops or eating fish and chips from the box in the Crescent Gardens looking out at the sea . I always want the weather to be glorious for all of them, from Rotherham,  and  Hull, and the Yorkshire ex pats from London. A seaside town is a great leveller. 

We too will soon be on our way to Burgess Hill to stay with our daughter , her husband and our 2  grand-daughters. 

Burgess Hill is not a village but a large town, five times larger than Filey. 

It has small shops too, our favourite is the secondhand Bookshop called the 'Bookden' which is run by the Lions. We never have to take a book to Sussex to read. 

WE have a dilemma always about finding a Church. The last 2 we tried seemed very Dull, so this time we are trying one where our grandchildren have some friends. Spouse has been a singer all his life,  and for the first 20yrs of our time together I always had to sit alone in church whilst C was in the choir. St Martins Dorking had a wonderful choir. All the children learned to sing , and worked for their RSCM medals. Here in Filey I don't thank God , have to iron any surplices. So In Burgess Hill we would like some beautiful Music OR a full on Holy Spirit Service. Both together would be fantastic. 

Nymans

The South Downs have just achieved National Park Status. Burgess Hill is just out of the Park, but we see the hills a few miles  from the town, and know some beautiful places and villages around. 

Brighton, London by the sea  is only a OAPs bus ride from BH. I love it. It is my favourite place in the whole country for shopping . 

TAJ, my favourite shop in Brighton

And so I wander around Burgess Hill as the visitors amble around Filey, spending money in interesting shops, devouring the leaflets in Tourist Information outlets, trying cafes and remembering for next time (bacon sandwiches in the Burgess Hill indoor market), enjoying looking at the provisions in Waitrose (and longing for one nearer than Willerby), sitting on town centre benches, and going back to temporary home and wondering what's for dinner, and thanking God I didn't have to get it ready, and daughter has a dishwasher. 

Woman at the well

After Todays Reading H/T Emily Finch

Spring Clean

Lovely to have the sun out yesterday. 

It took me a long time to change from Nagging wife to Happy Gardener. 

Every year it is the same. I nag , nag , nag spouse about the importance of a can of Jeyes Fluid  and showing it intimately to the greenhouse. We never agree, as C is artistic, and into the look of things, especially where Garden Pots and plants  are concerned. He thinks Vine weevil grubs  are rare treats for blackbirds, and algae covered greenhouse windows spare the trouble of shading. 

I nagged and raved for an hour about science and soil and throwing away useless bits of ornamental tat from the greenhouse shelves. We agreed to keep what you see;

Really I am having to write this by way of an apology to my longsuffering C. He will read this , probably  a week after its posted, and the clean  GH shelves are laden with pots of this and that sprouting hopefully. He will be waiting for my 'Damping Off' speech and my annual 'wash out the watering cans' speech. I will be waiting for his 'too leggy' speech and his 'we don't want thousands of tomato plants' speech. We will have a good laugh, we are both right and wrong.

By suppertime last night we had had such a productive garden time together. We managed a job, (removing some old wooden planks) that was started 15 years ago. We decided that the Solanum was dead, and the grapevine was very much alive though looked dead. We said farewell to the Dead Acanthus, brought as a tiny plant from the Roman Forum in 1974, only to find it had sent a runner out about 50cm away , which was alive. I agonized at the state of my national collection of Echiums, 2 varieties only left, and C agonized at the loss of both our bay trees.  

Grandpa White(Sedum seboldeii, top right)) lives on for another year. Named by the family after Aunty Ann Whites father  all Cs family know it . We all have a bit.  It is Spring  for us , up again, out again and Im waiting for the lovely pink flowers. It doesnt care if the greenhouse has been swept out, cleaned out . 

I really am one

The Fileygardener in me has realised that I really am one. The long winter spent digitalising 35mm slides ,mine from 1969, my fathers from 1959, my aunts from 1960, is now left for rainy days when spouse is Coming and dining with me. We are back to Jeykll and Lutyens in our small garden. 

Today has been a perfect compost bin day. I  like the green box. It is a perfect perching place for Samson. I am not sure whether it is more effective as a wormery  than as a compost bin of the heap sort. The trouble is that it is very difficult to  aerate, wheras when I just had a heap I could poke it about with a fork from time to time. However, I have never found so many worms in a scant few cubic feet of vegetable half soil as I did today. I enjoyed a weird pleasure in recognising the labels of pineapples and mangoes from Dec  2010 unrotted and proclaiming past fruit salads. I never realised until today that two people could get through so many avocado pears. Not a teabag  left. My new brand rots down immediately, unlike PG tips. All the cardboard from our daily Aynsley Harriot cup a soup boxes was a memory only of Hot and Sour and  Spicy Lentil, not a letter or Logo could be recognized in the compost soup. 

I have emptied all the half-rot on to my old site de heap to await its next resting place after a final rot down. It will finish very quickly now . 

My veg beds are all ready, my Sweet Peas are waiting to be sown, a visit to Reighton is the next job. This is not really a Garden Centre. It is a proper Nursery, complete with Liverworts and acres of must buy  normal plants. It is a place to keep away from really, but I need several sacks of their own all purpose compost.

Not a single Echium pinina x wildpretti has survived the Filey winter. I had hundreds, in the greenhouse , in the garden , and even in the house. My Facebook Group We got an Echium through the winter  will soon get its update, because I didnt.   My Echium russicum is ok it would be if its Russian, my sp. lusitanicum is ok, which is a surprise since it comes from Portugal. 

So , I really am one , a Fileygardener.............

South Riding

I tried not to watch South Riding. I sat at the other end of the sitting room and tried to look at Tweedeck, but before I knew it I had put  #southriding in a column to see if it was trending.  I have been on an emotional roller coaster ever since. Its not the book. Its a great book. Its not Winifred Holtby. Anyone who once lived with Vera Brittain  wrote great books.  I wonder if Shirley Williams ever did a trip to the real South Riding. Its not the not happy ever after end of the book, or the empathy with the schoolteacher thing, especially after last nights romp thro the snobs of Literature with Sebastian Faulks, and my wonderfully wrong Miss Brodie, who I could so easily have been. 

It was the place

• Oh !the road on Sunk Island, that tree lined,ditch lined road to the prospect of mud
• Oh! the talk of 1953 High Tide
• Oh ! the landscape of dead trees from the salt bath
• Oh ! Skeffling
• Oh ! Hilston and Withernsea
• Oh! Connor and Grahams
• Oh ! Mulberry Tree

and all the more poignant because I always always remember my childhood haven in Holderness when the snowdrops are out. 

I know that as my sisters read this post they will too remember fondly maybe, a beautiful Georgian house, once the vicarage of Skeffling,  we visited often . It was the home of Whitfield and Margaret Carter, friends of my parents. It was an outpost of all that was different, exciting and stimulating in the seemingly dullest of landscapes that I now love, and in a tightly controlled 50's childhood where conformity and towing the line defined  and provoked the wild child in me wanting to get out. 

Everything about Skeffling was about Possibility after escape. I write this as the house here is silent, the road outside as quiet as  that road to the Humber from Skeffling- That road past the sloes, and bullrushes to just a bank looking out to the Humber , and the prospect of mud and clay. 

I am thinking of all the forays around those coastal half villages , where every visit before the  scramble down the boulder clay cliffs  would be pre-ambled by a discussion of how much of the car park had fallen into the sea since last time.

The Old Vicarage was full  of glorious objects fashioned by  Michael , the son of the house, from the Skeffling Clays, and his alarming paintings all like my own of his , with its sticker mark from an exhibition in the 1950s. The kitchen was where I learned things so removed from the 50s austerity and bland recipes of home, for Aunty Margaret brought French Canadian flair to Holderness . I learned to grind coffee into the waiting wooden drawer  in a little hand  grinder. I smelled the bran mash machine where the chicken food was made, and  always hoped for waffles with maple syrup, or a walk to the Mulberry Tree.

Skeffling Clays

The real people who lived in my  Holderness have had a huge impact on my outlook and interest as an adult .

When I married, the first thing I did in my own garden was buy a packet of  Nasturtiums ,like those  that came up year after year in the garden at The Old Vicarage. I thought they were magical, the colours and the smell,and the way they grew over everything. I could not understand why everyone didnt grow them. And then the Elderflower  and Elderberry wine which I made every Spring and Autumn until a few years ago when I stopped drinking,  as a drink always made me want a cigarette, which I gave up in response to nagging and my own good sense (for once).

So , all those railway carriages , which as the Shacks in South Riding , are remembered  by me , as 'Holiday homes' of the 50s, or chicken Houses, lurking next to a hedge in the fields of Patrington and Easington,  Hilson and Hollym. 

Michael Carters 1950s painting of 'God knows What but I like it'

I am not going to re-read my battered copy of South Riding. I might just go to Rudston tomorrow and look at Winifred Holtbys grave, or re-read the wonderful Sunk Island of Hubert Nicholson. As soon as it gets a bit warmer, but is not a school holiday I'm off for a drive to the real Sunk Island again , with its Crown farms and Stone Creek, lunch at the Hilyard Arms in Patrington and home thro all those tiny coastal villages , Roos, Tunstall , Rollston Camp and maybe Hornsea  with Pevsner. I wonder if David Hockney fancies Holderness for a change, only 10 miles from Brid in another direction from His Bigger Puddles and Trees.

RIP Brian Jacques

Some things come to you later in life than was intended, but the timing is perfect. Such was the discovery of the Redwall novels by Brian Jacques for me, for I devoured them with a childish repacity when nearly a grandmother. Since The Long Patrol assaulted my senses , and tempted my palette  with Eulalia, hares and deeper than ever beetroot and turnip  and potato pie,I have devoured all the books as soon as they were published. My last purchase, The Sable Queen, was read and enjoyed just before Christmas. 

There is a recipe for all the novels.

• The Goodies-mice; hares, moles, shrews, otters, squirrels, and badgers , with  appearances from occasional large birds,
• and the Baddies; foxes, stoats, ferrets, weasels, wildcats, rats, snakes and toads. 
• Then there is the food, nutcream and bramble pasties, mushroom soup,salads, and the deeper than ever pies beloved of the moles.
• Then the cruelty of the enemies, the dungeons, the slavery
• Then the love and ultimate success of the heroes after trudging for days through swamps, forests, and mountains
• A feast
• Then the appearance in each novel of the GUOSIN Shrews with their 'Log a log ' leader
• Then the antics of the baby animals in the idyllic community of Redwall Abbey 
• A map
• Lots of poems
• A battle or two, with war cries and death of a hero or two
• A supernatural intervention from Martin the Warrior
• A lot of hilarious antics from hares who eat all the time

I wait for each ingredient in each book. Sometimes I am surprised by a twist, but never , never disappointed. I read one and keep on going. Usually after about four , I have had enough until my next taste.

So Brian Jacques REST IN PEACE You have given me some of the best reading I have ever done. I haven't read Doomwyte , but it is the only one .I will try tomorrow to order it.

A picture of Holy Tone

Tony Moralee in 1983 with his god-daughter , our Alice Rowling 

This post is an add- on to the blog of Gary Jenkins  Redhill thoughts. You need to read both his posts Ministry by Degrees and Holy Tone  to see a Godincidence.


Tony was a key player in the faith Journeys of Colin and I. He lived across the road from us in Wincanton Road, Southfields, and had worked for Rowlings the printers for many years, before becoming caretaker at a Local Primary school . He baptised Imogen or first daughter  in 1974, when a lay-reader, as we were in an interegnum at St Michaels Southfields. He stood God-father to Alice ,our second daughter and married Alice to Guy in 1998 at St Martins Dorking, where we worshipped as a family.


I will send Joan his widow the blogs, Paul Moralee their son has just celebrated his silver wedding, he was one of my cubs in 'The Gordons' pack 6th Wandworth (I think) in 1968-71, when I first lived in London, a raw northerner , teaching at Belleville Junior Girls School.Battersea. Back in Yorkshire for 20years, Colin and  remember fondly a

Godly man. 

For Mary , Miguel and Nancy

http://brucearchive.blogspot.com/


I am going to post pictures and docs here at the Bruce Archive blog for you in Future. Its not got much on it, but is better to put in one place, Shall I put the photos on Picasa or Flickr  -I have lots!! Will do when I can.


This is my working  record. It is not accurate.Just a Guideline.

For Mary

Death of Christian Sutherland Bruce 1820

Children  of William Bruce and Christian Sutherland m1793

                                                                        

I have lost the plot ---Thanks Joe at Cross references H/T

I found this via Google reader this morning as I was quickly scrolling through the usual daren't miss their blogs if I am keeping up with the world and news people in the minority world known as the C of E , and they know who they are.


My prayer partner Shiela and I got together this morning for our weekly time together. Rachel is in Madeira, so our trio is a duet. We prayed about Worship today, and I realised that I have let mine get cold as I network and blog, do this and do that.  So thanks Joe at his blog Cross References for pointing me back.






All the trying to keep up with the Cof E Jones's -Oh dear I have lost the plot- so am going back , turning round, repenting.

Twitter and the Bishop of Hull

I was pleased that our 'Envoy' (our Filey Parish magazine) editor M had asked me to give her half a page about Bishop Richard and Twitter. I did the picture above, sent it to her and went out to the Third Sunday Service , our  ecumenical Praise Service at the Salvation Army Hall. 

As I was sitting there Our God reigns, And can it be, Come on and celebrate etc I was really thinking about the picture I had hurriedly sent to M. So I said to spouse an the way home 'I bet there's a message on the answer machine when we get home , and M doesn't want the article she asked for.'  We got home and I was right. We both had not thought it through. No one uses Twitter in Filey Parish, only me and those at uni. Infact the Hull Daily Mail made much of Bishop Richard on Twitter. BUT he has not done any more than a few tweets, has not followed anyone much, and not even managed his avatar yet. It is still that egg thing.

Once again I have rushed on before Gods Plan I think.

Beverley Minster and Aged Parent

We have been planning today for ages. Aged Parent and I know every aisle, label, and variety of Aynsley Harriot Cup-o-soup in her Beverley Supermarket. Our regular trips to buy the stuffs of life have taken a new turn. We have been to church as well today .

My over 90  mother takes Communion every month. It is brought to the house where she has lived for 26 years by vicar of   St Marys. in whose Parish she resides. She shares this time  with other residents of the house. This is C of E protocol- not stepping across the boundaries . She cherishes those times. BUT..

She always used to go to her own church St Leonards at Molescroft , but a 9am service is just too early for her now. The Mother Church of Beverley Minster offers a said Midweek Communion on Thursdays at the much better time of 10am.

Although not prepared for the roadworks around the Minster we did manage a disabled space, and the flat walk to the disabled entrance.

It was the first time she has seen Jeremy Fletcher. She knew all about him of course because I had given her My Crockfords. I think she might have thought the minster  was going 'high' as he was dressed in  the white robe thing. She doesnt really do 'high', but it was very low key, despite celebrating facing east. The verger was right on the case and very discreetly asked if she wanted the sacramant  brought down to her. It was all so perfect-she could see everything, she knew every word of course 1662. She is hoping for CW next time. Yes there is definitely going to be next time. So many people came up to her after the service , remembering when she was a regular at the service that she was thrilled to bits. She didnt hear all the talk as she has forgotten her hearing aid. I had remembered mine so relayed it to her afterwards, and improved on it I thought. We didn't stay for coffee this time as we had to fit in the Surgery, the Building Society and Tescos before an afternoon party  at the Abbeyfield house.

I am so pleased. She had such a lovely time. Let us not stop meeting together-its all that Hebrews 10 again. 

We are planning a fortnightly visit . I cant wait -I love acknowledging and bewailing my manifold sins and wickednesses now I understand what they mean.