Tongues of fire, feet of ice ...

Pentecost. Whitsun. Whatever you care to call it, it was today (which is within five minutes of being over.) Church was lovely (though chilly: flaming June is giving no concessions in the way of warmth, and it was just over 12C in church today). We had a cracking sermon from one of our Lay Readers about languages, starting with the first reading (the Tower of Babel) and going on to the experience of the polyglot crowd hearing the disciples on that first Pentecost of the new era. I had to drag myself out of a reverie on metaphor and how we experience different languages and - perhaps more importantly - how we express ourselves by non-linguistic means at the same time as we speak. The church felt busy - regulars back from holidays, some visitors on their holidays - and the singing was rather splendid - Himself does some cracking last verses. And I sang a little piece by Peter Hurford that turned into an earworm for the rest of the day...

Di came for coffee - the first time we've coincided at church in at least a month, what with our Italy trip and her recorder concert - so there was  good bit of catching up to do. And at last Himself and I sat down to lunch and promptly dozed off with the papers .

Later, I woke and put a loaf in the machine for tomorrow while Himself cleaned some grout that's been annoying us, so it was actually well past 5pm when we felt we really ought to stretch our legs. Just as we were thinking of leaving, we saw yet another cruise ship rounding the Tail O' the Bank and though we more or less poo-pooed the idea that we might catch it at the shore as it passed, we did hasten along the lane, down the road, round the corner, along the main road, down the side road, down the lane, out onto the West Bay promenade ... and there she was, dwarfing the Gantocks light, heading off from Greenock which was still listed as her destination so we haven't a clue where she was going: the Nieuw Statendam. I'm using one of the photos I took for today's blip just because I know how it will delight the many fans of cruise ships whose journals I follow (and I have my tongue firmly in my cheek.) 

That was it, really - we had confit duck legs for dinner, with roast potatoes and broccoli, followed by strawberries and yogurt, and I stayed awake long enough to enjoy my coffee and a Lindor pistachio truffle.(I have a thing about these different boxes). And I had another proud grandma moment stirred up by a lovely photo on Instagram of my older grandson with his football club Player of the Year trophy. 

Today's extra photo is of the altar-side flower arrangement by our talented arranger, complete with dancing flame candelabra that she found in a charity shop.