Harvest Festival
I took the Harvest Festival service at North Walsham Methodist Church today. North Walsham is a small market town in North Norfolk, about twenty miles from we live now, but that’s not all.
It’s the church my parents attended for many years until they died, and where my father was organist, again, until he died. And it’s the church where Ed and I were married forty years ago. So it’s a very familiar church to us, and we still know some of the people who attend.
One couple who now live in North Walsham and are regular attenders, were friends of ours when we first married all those years ago. At that time, we both lived in a village in Hertfordshire, within the spitting distance of London. Then we moved to Norfolk in 1973 and our friends retired up here around seven years ago.
After the service, they took us back for lunch, so we had a great few hours catching up on old times.
I had no idea it would be such an enjoyable day, steeped in nostalgia and reminiscing over times past. Shows our age, but who cares? Life is so good!