Colourful Dreamer

Part Three Bright and early, Tim and I set off for Bangor, and the trains back down to London. Once in London we met up with John Wotherspon from the TSSF Central Fund. I met John about 7 years ago, when he was in NZ with his wife. They came to St Georges for church on Christmas Day. Over the last few years we have been talking regularly and emailing, but it was good to meet up in person. We then found where the Central Fund meeting was to be held. It was a pretty standard meeting, but it was good to be together in the same room. The last time was four years ago. I was supposed to come over for one in 2020, and strangely that did not happen. Once the meeting was finished Bishop Martyn returned to the other bishops at Lambeth, and the others scampered off to their trains, and I checked in into Premier Inn Euston. And is was time for some more shopping. At least that was the plan. I could not find linen trousers anywhere. So much for that plan. But it was fun getting lost on the undergro

Canterbury My two and a half days in Canterbury were delightful. Staying with Br Austen was such a gift. Joining him for morning prayer each morning. Gently walking into Canterbury.  The hospitality was not rushed off our feet. The conference people did not include it in the publicity. Br Christopher John did try to tell people about it. On Wednesday some maintenance people parked a cherry picker over the door. Not very helpful. But we had some good conversations with the Bishops who did find us. On Tuesday night the Community of Saint Anslem - a community of young adults from around the communion living and ministering at Lambeth Palace came and chatted. It gives me hope being with such a diverse group of people, including a young TSSF man from Sri Lanka. Talking to the young man from South Sudan makes me again realise how small my problems are. Austen was in the Greyfriars chapel, part of the original building complex from when the first friars came to England in 1224, 2 years before