Today is the Feast of the Nativity of St John the Baptist. (We only celebrate three birthdays in the church calendar – John the B, his cousin Jesus and Mary, Mother of Our Lord and Aunty of John the B).
I’ve been on retreat for the last week – something I last did 2 years ago. It has been very good too, looking at wounded healers – Henri Nouwen, Brother Roger, Mychal Judge and John O’Donohoe.
The town that I’ve been staying in goes rather large on celebrating the Eve of the Feast of St John, so we got a firework display just before midnight, a big fire by the sea and the local population all turning up to dip their feet into the water at midnight.
Anyway, here are a few firework photographs. It was a great retreat week and this was a rather spectacular conclusion.
9 responses to “Tales of the City #6”
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Thank you for introducing the word “stoor” to those of us in the non-Scottish world.
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Have you been glowing again?
Honestly, I think that it really says something great when they know, even if in a setting where they might not know!
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I agree! As daughter of a C of S one, I’ve spent time in the company of more than my fair share. Some have ‘the aura’ and some, most definitely do not…..
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Did we know that the Norwegian for vacuum cleaner is “stoorsooker”?
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Huge compliment.
And any time you want to come here and be calm at workmen, feel free. Then I can be free to go somewhere quiet and just lose it, as I have been longing to do for some weeks …
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@PamB – we didn’t, but we are delighted.
@Rosemary – thanks but no thanks. Being calm at someone else’s workmen is surely too much for anyone.
@Ruth – the day I was ordained, the wife of a bishop told me my aura was golden. She saw them regularly.
@Hermano David – You couldn’t see the glow for the dust.
@Ritualist Robert – happy to be of service. It is the perfect word for what is produced when you mess with chimneys.
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@PamB – delighted indeed!
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You couldn’t see the glow for the dust.
It is obvious that the VDW could. Good on yer.
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What I now need is somebody to come back and be very very UNcalm at a joiner. Very very unclam indeed – new floor ends two foot short of the wall, and yes, there WAS enough wood. And good neighbour/joiner is hors de combat following a RTA.
Or you could try coming and being very calm at me, if your nerve is good enough.
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