Anniversary Call

Today's feast of the Transfiguration is also our 48th wedding anniversary, and I was pleased to be able to celebrate the midweek Eucharist at St Catherine's. We went to Stefano's restaurant in Wyndham Cresecent last night to celebrate in anticipation, as they were holding one of their evenings of music to dine by. 

Two extravert young  female opera singers charmed their audience, flirting with the older guys. Several young male solo guitarists sang their own or other people's pop songs. Their thin voices were all but lost in the hubbub of conversation, and they didn't seem to have enough energy to flirt with anyone. My ears still work well for my age, but I'm finding increasingly that eating out in a noisy place is just short of painful. As ever at Stefanos', the food was excellent, but the noise was tiring.

We had nothing extra planned for today, and simply pursued our usual routines. In the evening we had a Skype call with Rachel, just returned from a week holidaying in the Canadian Rockies with old friends. A few days ago she sent us photos of a place they'd been hiking high up, called Welsh Lakes. Wonderful alpine forests and deep blue lakes. She said it reminded her of North Wales slate quarrying areas, although the ubiquitous broken flat slabs of rock debris are sandstone, much older than slate, and the mountains much higher than Snowdonia.