The organist librarian

To St Mary le Bow only to find the sung Eucharist is in fact on Thursday - misheard again and I ahd my hearing aids in that time! Bus to Trafalgar Square and booked for "Death in Venice" next June! Read the excellent programme, The Vaughan Williams was splendid - wonderful music (well I knew that I had played it ont he piano) singing, production excellent, chorus and conducting by Martin Brabbins, Had a nice chat to the man next to me who knew a lot about Tippett! At Bromley PC met Garvin at tea beforehand. He told me about their Holy Land Easter pilgrimage when a donkey pissed during their open air Eucharist. The vicar still uses a Holy Land palm on Palm Sunday! TV programem about William Klein.

Woke in night so read more of The tiger's wife which is excellent - in fact finished it. Set off to take Ciarán to North Sheen recreation ground but trains cancelled so to Chiswick where I bought Pilgrim's progress and 2 more paperbacks and Liz went about signet ring. Lunch at Ravenscourt Park and C had longest swing ever! Turned out nice. I had brought scores for Thursday instead of today so went home to get them and water garden, etc. To cathedral excellent recital Bach, Franck and Vierne Symphony No. 1 all with scores. Good audience too. To Windsor Castle with Nick, Ross, Martin, Peter, Edward Tambling (not my favourite person), David Grealy (his last day) and Fr Alexander on great form. Found it very noisy with hearing aid in and missing a lot! Last train from Gunnersbury thanks to phone internet connection.

The day went really well and was much appreciated. All the hard work paid off! About 20 came including some who had not been to the first Wednesdays before! People liked the music and the display of pictures and the quotation from Bunyan.

Hallowe'en is big in Ireland. I suppose this is not surprising. Here is the display in the Dublin Botanical gardens suitably counteracted by the decoration in Drumcliff Church of Ireland where Yeats is buried. For all the saints who from their labours rest .... Hobgoblin nor foul fiend can daunt his spirit; he knows he in the end shall life inherit. Then fancies fly away, he'll fear not what men say; he'll labour night and day to be a pilgrim. John Bunyan