Back to the coal face

I've been pretty busy this last 18 months with Committee chairing for the United Reformed Church, examining for the surgeons, and working with the intercollegiate committee for basic surgical examination.   So I've done very little preaching.

But my good friend, colleague, and erstwhile neighbour strained a fetlock at a Hogmanay Ball.    Stripped the willow with too much enthusiasm.   (Actually, it was - and is - a very painful bit of damage to a leg muscle.  Get well soon!.)

Anyway, happy to help - especially on Epiphany - all that light and drama.