Whitby goth weekend, part the first

This bit got written while I was away. No idea when the rest is likely to show - or, indeed, whether. I'm not sure the world really needs this much detail of my holidays.

( Thursday )

( Friday )

Happy birthday

I feel I should pause to note here that it's a friend's birthday today; someone I know from church at home.

A few weeks ago, he didn't show up one Sunday morning owing to being rather hungover from an engagement party the previous evening.

Why is this of interest ? Well, it's not bad going. He's a hundred today. As my mother put it, "I hope I can still make myself ill with riotous living when I'm that age."

Next Sunday, he's due to be reading the lessons at the morning service, and will be in the church hall afterwards, dishing out wine and chatting. I can't be there, so I'll say it now:

Happy birthday, Mr Barnett.

Whitby goth weekend, part the second

( Saturday )

( Sunday )