My first Sunday Eucharist was at St Marychurch. I took the old road from Bonvilston past Llantrithryd church, which I must stop and visit one day. There were a few cars parked outside, as people gathered for their morning service. It's a lovely route, through narrow lanes with occasional glimpses of the wider countryside that hasn't changed much in the past few centuries apart from the metalled road. After the service, David the churchwarden invited me for coffee at his house across the road from the church. His home is a converted old farmhouse which he has done much work on himself, a true labour of love.
From there, I went to Holy Cross Parish Church in Cowbridge town centre. The celebration was graced by three violinists, a trumpeter and drummer as well as the organist, making for a pleasurable experience of parish worship. There was coffee and chat afterwards and it was one fifteen by the time I arrived home. By the end of lunchtime, the house was again perfumed with the aroma of damson jam cooking. Clare had bought more at the Riverside farmers' market and got to work increasing the stock of one of our favourite jams. She also bought some creamy hard Caws Teifi. It reminds me of the best of Franco-Swiss Jura cheeses, and it goes perfectly with the damson jam she made last week. Ah, pleasures of autumn!
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