En route to London

Firstly, a personal message to Rosemary Brown. Your family has not deserted you. They just can't send emails at the moment. Please rest assured that Mandy, John, Miranda and especially Charlie are having a ball.

Now, we are about an hour out of London and I think I have better reception on the bus than I had in the Hotel in Lincoln. I am blaming that rather large building next door for the poor reception. However, I would not have changed the location for anything.

Let me see if I can post you some photos, which just would not work last night.

Well, that worked, so here are some more. One lovely thing about Lincoln was how welcoming they were to Revd Jenny Wilson, our Precentor, who sany the Office on the first night, and read at the second Evensong. You will see her rehearsing in one of these photos and in a spectacular Lincoln cope with the Lay Clerks.

Can you see the Lincoln Imp?

If you look closely you can see the Choir in the orb

It was a very frosty morning

The sign above Peter's head says "Please do not hang Choristers here"

Director of Fun and Chief Bag Man, Coby Mellor

We are nearly there.

More later

Cxx

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