No, not athletes foot…
We all went off to North Wales last week to see a possible place for a title parish. I had already visited the vicar to see if it would be possible, but this was a longer visit with time to reflect on the town.
A small place, much like Caernarfon, a market street, largely bypassed by the majority of people as the A55 streams past it carrying its cargo between the North West and North West Wales. People off to enjoy their weekend cottages on the Llyn no doubt!
The landlady at one of the local pubs said things were looking up for the town, new businesses moving in, more jobs. More money to Tesco! I declined that invitation to comment…
I have always been reluctant to be doing this, hence the title of the blog, but, now it seems that it is going to be a reality, I am quite looking forward to it. We are only at the beginning of the spring term at college, life begins tomorrow at 11am with the Methodist Covenant service. Mercifully I am in the organ loft!
I am really wondering how I am going to maintain the energy to continue with college when there is the prospect of a new challenge, the parish to get stuck into, projects to organise, new people to meet, a new house to furnish! And will it be the Reluctant Curate or not? Some things never change!
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