An encouraging email this week: “A big thank you for the support through MDR. You are one of the few clergy I feel instinctively understands our ministry.”
This was from a clergy person following their annual Ministerial Development Review with me, an appraisal scheme now mandatory for all CofE clergy. There’s always the temptation to see this yearly evaluation simply as a jumping-through-hoops exercise, ticking the right boxes while formulating some worthy goals for the
I knew it was going to be a challenging walk but our mountain walk guide promised one of the most stunning views in all of Snowdonia from the peak of Creigiau Gleision.
Reassuringly I was walking with Alan and Ken, two highly experienced walkers with impressive map reading skills. It only took us three attempts to find the correct way out of the car park at the end of llyn Crafnant.
So we pressed on, undaunted. We met no one except, fortuitously, a worker with the Forest
On entering Ripon Cathedral: when all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of Origami angels. Ten thousand, to be precise. Yes, we were there yesterday afternoon and were dazzled by the display suspended some 50 feet above the nave, a crowd of vivid white paper angels catching the afternoon light streaming through the clerestory windows. I wasn’t sure what it meant except it must have meant something, especially for the host of origamists, some 400 volunteers including 300 school c
In a tale of two Tokyo Olympics, who would have thought I could be beaten by a woman!
This Wednesday, while sitting on Criccieth beach I watched the final of the women’s 800m on my android with some interest. After all it was my event and as it happens I was considered for the squad for the 1972 Munich Olympics.
While the front running of American Athing Mu was truly impressive, Wigan’s Keely Hodgkinson’s pace judgment and strong finish was equally outstanding.