My friend Rory sent this silver picture of a church in the heart of the community as a small memento of a quarter of a century since my ordination on 30/9/84.
It was at Hucknall Parish Church. Jon (aged 2) pulled Liz's beads so hard they broke and dropped to the floor in a cascade of seemingly ever-lasting pearl-on-tile echoiness.
The Bishop of Southwell did the deed. Best line of dialogue from the rehearsal:
'How would it be most seemly for me to share the peace with the candidates?'
'I'd come down off the dais Bishop.'
I vowed then that I would cause more damage to the machine as a piece of grit within than as a rock-thrower outside. Here's to 26.