Yesterday was Canterbury Day and Team Long Island all went their separate ways. That was a good thing. I headed off to London. In case you thought that there is only one queen in London who can give a garden party, get a grip and think again. Friends, old and brand new, soothed my bruised feelings with a great garden party and barbecue. Our wide ranging conversation topics included global warming, care for the environment, social justice, mission strategy, inclusion and, of course, the future of the Anglican Communion. By the end of the evening and the last bottle of wine, we were starting to make pretty good sense. Actually, we were making more sense than the folk that I had left behind in Canterbury. It was a worthy party and a grand time was had by all. For me it was a Sunday Sundae.
The cherry on my Sunday's Sundae happened as it were when I arrived back in Canterbury. There was quite a queue for a taxi. A bishop in mufti (I spotted the chain of his pectoral cross going diagonally across his chest into his shirt pocket) went to the head of the queue in front of about twenty of us.
Like a mighty Greek chorus we all shouted, "Get in the queue." Then came a great baritone voice that boomed out "Who do you think you are, a bishop or something!" He slunk to this rightful place - the end of the procession.
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From the otherside of the garden fence!
It was lovely to see, hear and speak with a breath of fresh international air. Sometimes we need to step out of respective boxes to appreciate what life is like on the other side of the garden gate.
It was wonderful to talk, laugh and drink a bottle of wine (or two) with friends old, new and to remember those that are now missing.
We both look forward to taking you up on your offer of joining you for a trip on the highdnircseas.
Take care.. The cook
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