...that there are some seriously warped people out there!(I came 43rd...!)
"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ
Fr. Nesbitt gave the opening talk. Discussion on where exactly angels figure in the grand panorama of Creation (before or after the Big Bang) proved to be an eye-opener for me...
A lack of communication meant that several people had brought cakes, which kept us going throughout our stay. I bagsied what I thought was a chocolate rose... a rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but while this one looked gorgeous, it was made of some sort of fondant icing, and tasted like cement...
I was privileged to get to a Traditional Rite Mass each morning. The St. George's Chapel had a window facing Eastwards; when Mass started the window was in darkness (7am) and it gradually filled with light... awesome!
I was delighted to be able to catch up with Brother Philip - we'd originally met at the London Faith Forum meetings when they were held at Spanish Place. I'd forgotten he'd shaved off his beard when he entered Ampleforth... Brother Philip is shown here talking to Sr. Andrea of the Sisters of the Gospel of Life... and one of the Faith priests can be seen in the background reading what must class as the orthodox equivalent of pornography...

Fr. Stephen (again), Fiorella and Fr. Greg (I didn't manage to catch them unawares... but you can hardly tell!!)

...the main abbey grounds seen from the Grange.
The Grange itself (where we had the talks, and where most of us were staying.)
The Abbey Church. I just loved the glimmers of sunshine through the trees...
This one shows the building more clearly, but misses out the sunshine!
Aaarghhh ! I don't think I will be able to cope... I shall be in a blog-free environment for the next four days. I can feel my fingers going into spasm just thinking about turning the computer off...
Moneybags has put up an excellent post on the wearing of habits by female religious. I experienced a huge disappointment when visiting St. Bernadette's convent in Nevers on discovering that the sisters no longer wore "proper" habits, favouring instead the type of skirt and cardigan ensemble usually sold by Marks and Spencer's...

Oh wow... one of my favourite books is to be made into a movie. I don't know whether to shout for joy or weep inconsolably... on the one hand, the film is going to be made by the same studio that produced "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" and getting the Screwtape Letters out to a wider audience is desirable... on the other hand, I am usually disappointed by the mangling given to my favourite books by the film industry; I don't know how well the letters will translate to the visual medium; and finally, there is the possibility that it's just jumping on the bandwagon of all the unhealthy interest there seems to be in the occult (think of all the TV programmes like "Charmed", "Angel" and so on...)
Today it is exactly 23 years since I was hit in a road traffic accident. It wasn't a hit-and-run, though the driver, by all accounts, was possibly going too fast. However, you don't expect to see pedestrians crossing a six-lane dual carriageway at night, still less do you expect to see one picking herself up off the floor in the fast lane! Apparently I dented the car when I landed first on the roof and then on the bonnet... luckily for me, I don't remember it.