Dear Reader
I have ventured out of the Premier Inn and into the heart of Coventry. A quick purchase of a black jumper at Marks and Spencer (a habit of mine when in the UK) and a bath bomb from Lush for later tonight, along with lots of walking on my own led me here to the Golden Cross, a beautiful old pub which specialises in catering for coeliacs. Everything on the menu is suitable. It was the outside that drew me in. While I was hoping for a wood fire I have had to settle for an armchair next to the heater.
I’m imbibing of a wine which has travelled further than me, from New Zealand, and waiting for my plum and apple oat crumble, also gluten free. Which just arrived.
You see, Dear Reader, we have been fed so well that I thought today I would follow up breakfast with dinner. However, coming in here for a libation meant I read their menu, and the crumble spoke to me. Very loudly.
In about an hour the Lay Clerks will gather at the liturgical West Door (like us, it does not face west), for our preparations for Evensong. Tonight we will sing the Bach introit, Ives Magdalen service and the Byrd Surge once more, along with the appointed psalm.
About the psalms. If I were a better blogger you would have a list of each of them, but I am just not that organised. Unlike Andrew and James who are well organised and have provided each of us with a touring Psalter which contains, in sequence, every psalm, many hymns and a number of local peculiarities, such as the Coventry Suffrages which we sang last night. This makes our task much easier, especially as the music list for each service is written on the back page.
I apologise to those of you eagerly awaiting a report about our tour of Coventry Cathedral. That will have its own post when I have time to devote. It will take time, as it was so very moving. Maybe not tonight, as I have planned a small tidying party in my room tonight. You see, after tonight we have only one more service, so we will load up our black folders as the trebles did last evening then sort the rest of the music into sets, to assist the Music Faeries on return of the seven robes and music cases. The cases have mainly held up, although Mr Byrd lost a wheel at Westminster and needed to be replaced, and Mr Howells is looking a little the worst for wear in the wheel department. Wheelie cases are not designed for cobblestone streets.
Well, enough for now. I will add the photos and sign off.
Cxx
I have ventured out of the Premier Inn and into the heart of Coventry. A quick purchase of a black jumper at Marks and Spencer (a habit of mine when in the UK) and a bath bomb from Lush for later tonight, along with lots of walking on my own led me here to the Golden Cross, a beautiful old pub which specialises in catering for coeliacs. Everything on the menu is suitable. It was the outside that drew me in. While I was hoping for a wood fire I have had to settle for an armchair next to the heater.
I’m imbibing of a wine which has travelled further than me, from New Zealand, and waiting for my plum and apple oat crumble, also gluten free. Which just arrived.
You see, Dear Reader, we have been fed so well that I thought today I would follow up breakfast with dinner. However, coming in here for a libation meant I read their menu, and the crumble spoke to me. Very loudly.
In about an hour the Lay Clerks will gather at the liturgical West Door (like us, it does not face west), for our preparations for Evensong. Tonight we will sing the Bach introit, Ives Magdalen service and the Byrd Surge once more, along with the appointed psalm.
About the psalms. If I were a better blogger you would have a list of each of them, but I am just not that organised. Unlike Andrew and James who are well organised and have provided each of us with a touring Psalter which contains, in sequence, every psalm, many hymns and a number of local peculiarities, such as the Coventry Suffrages which we sang last night. This makes our task much easier, especially as the music list for each service is written on the back page.
I apologise to those of you eagerly awaiting a report about our tour of Coventry Cathedral. That will have its own post when I have time to devote. It will take time, as it was so very moving. Maybe not tonight, as I have planned a small tidying party in my room tonight. You see, after tonight we have only one more service, so we will load up our black folders as the trebles did last evening then sort the rest of the music into sets, to assist the Music Faeries on return of the seven robes and music cases. The cases have mainly held up, although Mr Byrd lost a wheel at Westminster and needed to be replaced, and Mr Howells is looking a little the worst for wear in the wheel department. Wheelie cases are not designed for cobblestone streets.
Well, enough for now. I will add the photos and sign off.
Cxx
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