Last week it was announced that I had been appointed as a vicar about 100 miles away from Leamington. This left those to whom the secret had not leaked (and it was the worst kept secret in Christendom) working out where it might be and thinking London or Liverpool. It's just south of Bristol, for those who still don't know.
Nailsea means 'Island in the sea' and is in that strange, low-level bit of land where the sea used to be, so in the Stone Age or thereabouts it was an island. You drive over a causeway to get into town and do go across fertile, but in places marshy, ground. There was a tsunami in the seventeenth century and it became an island again. All this means that it is not really on the way to anywhere so you don't go there unless you are going there. 20,000 or so people live there. Big enough for Specsavers and Boots; too small for Starbucks. Didn't notice a McDonalds.
It is not far from Gordano Services at Junction 19 of the M5 so coffee on the way to your holidays in Cornwall is always a possibility.
I will be Associate Vicar in the Nailsea Local Ministry Group with responsibility for the Trendlewood Church Plant from Holy Trinity and also for Fresh Expressions of ministry in the whole town, working with three parishes (six churches). I hope this means I will get to do all the fun and entertaining things while everyone else does the dirty work. Er yeah. I will be working hard to talk emerging church language rather than F***h E*********s.
Liz has been given a new area by Cargo so she can keep her job. We will hope to move in late September and I will be licensed on October 9th, which is a Monday evening. Come and throw things.
Liz managed, by extreme coincidence, to crash a meal with some old friends in Bath on the same night that the Bishop of Bath and Wells and his wife were coming to dinner and I haven't yet heard that the job offer has been revoked. Come to think of it if all potential employers had met Liz first I might have had more job offers. Despite the Black Adder episode which suggested it, he doesn't eat babies. Not for dinner anyway.
Anyway it's kinda exciting but we've been in Leamington 14 years and the roots are deeper than the flippin' bindweed which is now attacking our delicious potatoes.
I notice my old friend Jon Russell is going to move from the Isle of Wight to Allendale so we may pass on some motorway or other.
Enough local and personal news. Will try and write some more interesting stuff over the next few days. We haven't had a heated debate for a while.