Gradually the T line begins to form, yet again. Another day in self-isolation! Yes, I have COVID. Not sure how but probably just before leaving Tenerife or even on the flight home. It was always a calculated risk but thankfully we are not confined to quarters 3000 kms from home.
As it happens, thanks to the vaccines, no big deal. For me, just like a normal cold. The kind of cold you think you had better take the day off work but if need be you could go in - not that thi
¡Hola! Today a day of mild anxiety as we fly home. Will we get stuck on the motorway? Will the car rental person try and rip me off? (see blog 15 May, 2015) Will we miss our flight by being held up in security? In other words, the usual hassles and the ever-present threat of things-going-wrong. But this year, an extra layer. Will we be found to have broken the tough Spanish COVID regulations? And worse, will our our passenger locator forms work? If not, will we be be esc
When we were last here, gazing over the waters to the island of La Gomera, who could have known?
This was way back in January 2020 when we made a final call to Café Charlotte on the waterfront at Los Cristianos to say goodbye to Tenerife before our flight back home to a wintery Aughton.
Little did we know then that a German tourist had just arrived at La Gomera, bringing with him the yet-to-be-named Covid-19 virus. Within a few days the virus had taken firm hold
As a ministry it served a real need and in its own way, very fruitful. But alas, because I now put on weight, forever abandoned: the ministry of finishing off other people’s Christmas cakes. Some years ago now I recall how I shamelessly exploited my position of vicar by offering to show hospitality for the half-finished Christmas cakes of my congregation. They were caught in a real dilemma – either to finish these calorific confections themselves and so put on even more we