A Sunday in Trinity

If you're someone whose life involves the liturgical year, you'll know that the season of Trinity, which we are now in, lasts all the way through to Advent with the odd break for major church festivals like All Saints and so on. The altar frontal is green, the services follow the expected pattern, there is a sense of settling after the drama of Easter and Pentecost. This was one such Sunday, and to match the season the weather, though dismal and damp in the morning, was utterly calm - not a ripple on the sea. That's really what contributes to the photo above, taken in the late afternoon from the end of the West Bay, looking north to the clouds as the sun breaks through where we were standing. 

But before that? Well, church was lovely - we had a return visit from one of our singers who has taken herself off to the Outer Isles to live, so that was good; we had some training for some of us new volunteers to be Eucharistic Assistants (worrying about the chalice tipping over - that sort of thing); one of our members told me that what he loved about our church was the friendliness he found there; we sang a great hymn. This last was written by Michael Hare-Duke, who was a bishop of St Andrews, Dunkeld and Dunblane and wrote some great stuff, and we sang it to the Ode to Joy that is the anthem of the European Union, singing with great gusto. 

After that, we collapsed with coffee at home with Di. Our #2 son phoned from Edinburgh Airport to wish his dad a happy Father's Day before he flew off to the far east, we ate smoked salmon mousse and dozed over the papers; I realised that whatever this virus is it's determined to last the full three weeks that everyone promised me. However, I wanted to enjoy my dinner, so we did a mile and a half walk round the prom and home again and felt better, even if more comprehensively shattered.

Dinner was venison pavé steaks with roast potatoes and broccoli and béarnaise sauce - all courtesy of Father's Day! - and started off with ... caviare. I know. It was a free gift with the hamper. It was gorgeous. 

And now it's far too late and I'm supposed to be going back to Pilates in the morning. Normal service has to be resumed some time!