A nice sunny day for the journey back to Cardiff yesterday, with a stop in Rhyadyr for lunch at the Old Swan restaurant, where the men ate excellent sausage and mash and the women ate vegetarian lasagne. Mark and Saralee re-packed their belongings chez nous, and then we dropped them off at the Angel Hotel for their overnight stay and early departure, just after the roads had been re-opened to traffic and Westgate Street pubs overflowing with World Cup Rugby fans celebrating or drowning their sorrows after the game.
We had a quiet evening catching up after the week away. I watched the first episode of 'Beck', another Scandinavian crime drama series replete with interesting characters including the detective whose cases are portrayed. He's not as melancholic as dear old Wallander.
This morning I celebrated Mass first at St Saviour's Splott, and then at St German's. There was a child chorister at St Saviour's, and when we sang 'Lord of the Dance' at the end of the service, she danced on the spot all the way through. I wished others could have felt free to do the same. In coming weeks I am scheduled to do the St German's Wednesday morning Eucharist with a class of children from Tredegarville church school attending. One is a whole school Harvest Festival celebration. That'll be fun. It's time I re-visited the school and made the acquaintance of the new head teacher. I haven't been back since I left, five years ago. It'll be interesting to see how things have changed since then.
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