Waking up to sunshine and a strong breeze pushing clouds about. A temperature around 17C led me to swap a light summer jacket for a warmer one for the walk to church. As it's a bank holiday weekend we were three dozen adults and a few rather noisy excited small children for the entire service, as there was no Sunday Club during today's service. The kids are charming and say funny things to each other out loud. It's just as well that our kind of liturgy has both varied content, a set pattern, and a printout of the readings for the day to mitigate the distraction.
The death of Alan Yentob, one of the BBC's great cultural entrepreneurs was announced on the lunchtime news, whose forty years of creative input to broadcast programmes has been a formative influence on arts programmes that make people reflect on the world, as well as some of our best comedy series. He was the son of a refugee family of Jews from Iraq, a remarkable minority expatriate colony which remained in the country after the Babylonian exile some 2,500 years ago, with cultural diversity in its DNA.
After lunch I slept in the chair for an hour and a half, despite having slept long and well last night. Clare went out to the Welsh language Eucharist at four and then I went for a walk. I spent the evening reading several chapters of 'Sangre Nueva' and succeeded in getting to be half an hour early for once.
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