to Brighton for Epiphany was perhaps a tad mad, but the trains were basically fine and I'm very glad I did. Crazy, but well worth it, very like the trudge to Mass for Candelmass, but without a sledge.
As my PP is, to quote the parish newsletter, 'still at the Vatican,' one was forced to go further afield for a Mass.
Thanks to Clare for putting me up and for letting me sing in her schola.
The Liber-on-loan got a little outing too.
I returned to find that the friends-round-the-corner had written in the snow on my car. It now has a big smiley face on the bonnet. :-)