An outing on the Broads
Yesterday was so good.
In the morning I took two services for a priest colleague who is away. One service had just three elderly ladies, plus Ed and me. One lady played the organ, one acted as churchwarden, and one supported them both!
The other service was better attended, with around sixty people including a group of young Germans who were on a houseboat on the Broads for ten days.
Then it was back to our own church for a BBQ.
In the evening, we had an outing on the Broads (the Norfolk Broads are small lakes and inlets connected by rivers, and an area of outstanding natural beauty) on a boat chartered by our neighbours. To mark Malcolm’s retirement (for the fourth time, but that’s another story) he and his wife invited 80 guests to join them on the Queen of the Broads for a party. (We live very close to the Broads, so it was only a ten minute car journey to reach the landing stage.)
We chugged slowly down the river through three or four broads, listening to music, waving to anyone we passed, watching the wild life (loads of herons and sea birds), admiring the property (for the wealthy) dancing a bit, chatting to friends, and then enjoying a buffet supper, washed down with wine.
Altogether it was four hour trip, and great fun. Nothing like good neighbours, is there?