Taste: The taste of the ice-cream at last night’s Ceilidh. It turned out to be from Colpi’s in Milngavie. One of the very few tastes that I can identify that comes straight from childhood. May their vanilla never change.
Hearing: The sound of the full choir singing Howard Goodall’s Love Divine. Oh it brought on one or two more praepostorial tears, but in a good way.
Sight: The cathedral transformed by yesterday evening’s happy spinning festival. Candles, dancers and smiling faces.
Smell: The smell of the Church of Scotland building that the Diocesan Council was in on Saturday. How do they make them smell the same? Is there some special John Knox Patent Polish that they all use?
Touch: One of the regular readers of this blog (who later in the day whirled and birled me down the aisle) arrived at church yesterday wearing an item of clothing which bore the legend, “Have you hugged an Episcopalian today?” She got her wish, but I think we had better say that this did not set a precedent or who knows what will be written on her when she next turns up?
Anyone want to join in with their own five senses?
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