After a rather late night, sitting up and chatting over 'birthday' champagne, we breakfasted late. I left everyone at table to go to the Cathedral Sung Eucharist, and was glad I made the effort. The choir sang a superb modern Mass setting by Lennox Berkley which certainly had the 'tingle factor'. A sheer pleasure to be on the receiving end at worship. Mari Price preached a sermon for Harvest Festival, speaking about the development project in Zimbabwe which the Cathedral is supporting. It involves helping a church to turn several acres of of land into food producing gardens which can not support the local community with affordable food and provide a sustainable revenue for the church. It's good to see a project like this with such protential to educate donors as well as help the recipients.
Owain joined us for Sunday lunch, for which he provided a superb bottle of Brouilly, a Beaujolais wine which I've not tasted since Geneva days, when it was a lot more available and less expensive than it is here and now. I looked up Brouilly on Wikipedia afterwards, and was reminded of how much I had forgotten about the wines of the Bourgogne in general, and Gamay grapes in particular, which draw such variety of savours from the varied soils of the region. When Owain was young we had several camping holidays in this region, partly to make possible a few days stopover in Taize - not exactly the best place to camp out with children in those days, but a region that still figures in his appreciation of life twenty five years later.
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