Rolling out of Jolly Ol England

After consuming ten thousand calories in fat and spending almost as much money I'm back at Heathrow and killing time until check in (thank you Lord for Starbucks! and computers).
My visit with Daisy was just great. We skimmed one of the hundreds of National Trust estates getting just a tasted of the old country. One thing I saw and learned about that I never heard before was a thing called a "priest hole." I never knew that one of the results of the reformation (at least in England) was the severe persecution of the priests after the King (Queen Elizabeth?) outlawed Catholicism. All priests that were found were murdered. As a result the Catholic communities in England built "priest holes" in their homes where the men would hide when the Kings men would come and raid. There is still a large blood stain in the carpet Baddesley Clinton from the alleged murder of one particular priest. I wasn't interested in seeing spilled blood.
Following Baddesley Clinton Daisy took me to a wonderful pub for a fantastic (and horribly expensive) supper. She spilled £40 at The Orange Tree!
The following day we went to a great little village called Litchfield. There we were lucky to find a wedding being conducted in the amazing Cathedral of Lichfield. The wedding added a certain beauty to the experience. The church had the greatest set up for kneeling benches - not like what the Anglican Church has in Canada. I had a great time taking pictures in spite of just about stumbling flat onto my face as my balance from being fatigued had not yet returned. Stumbling isn't such a funny thing in and of itself but when you're in a huge (echo'y) Cathedral where there is a wedding in progress and out come what seem definning echo's of someone catching themselves from doing a lip-stand, well...you can imagine.
Apparently every Cathedral has a coffee house and ours served the coveted fruited scones with clotted cream and jam. YUM!!!!!!!!! Then, that evening we had English fish and chips (no signage within a 100 metres indicating anything about "no trans fats." Yikes!
This morning I attended a wonderfully old church site and enjoyed a Church of England service. It was a baptism service and I had the pleasure of watching the minister interact with his parish as he baptized babies and challenged parents. You could tell the parish enjoyed their priest as he paraded any particular baptism candidate around the church. Also, anyone who had been confirmed could go forward for communion. Having appropriated Jesus Christ as my Saviour I considered myself confirmed and went forward. I love taking Communion in an Anglican church. While being a sacred time of remembering it is also a great time of fellowship in the isles as people wait to receive the bread and wine. Oh. . . .and did I mention the bells? They sounded great !! They ring for 30 minutes prior to the service beginning and they're quite loud. Hmmm? Not sure I'd enjoy it if I lived across the street. BUT when the bells stop you KNOW you're late for the service! Perhaps FAC should give it a go.
In three hours I'm off to Uganda so I guess I better check in, find the Starbucks, and make my way to security.
thanks again for your prayers.