Diary of a Retired Parson
Yo ho ho and a bottle of wine. Christopher Lewis-Jenkins is back on the briny
Ahoy there me ‘earties, where do pirates shop? Arrrrrrrrrgos. How did the pirate tell his friends he was an octagenarien? I-matey.
Now enough of that rubbish. You might have guessed thar Anne and I are back at sea. You may remember that last Easter (2023) we cruised up the Norwegian Fjords. Well, we are on our way to Tristan da Cuhna the remotest inhabited island in the world.
We flew out of Heathrow to Frankfurt, changed planes to Cape Town, South Africa, and joined the Ambience cruise liner, part of the Ambassador Line. As I write I've just finished my first Holy Eucharist. Attendance was around 70 plus, which was very good.
We didn't actually know we were coming on a cruise so it was a bit of a rush getting everything together, organising services on the computer, packing peoples' breads, priest's hosts, gluten-free breads, wine. No - we didn't have any wine. I had to organise that once on board. And as we unpacked we discovered that my Bible was still on the dining room table waiting to be put in the case. Fortunately, I found a Bible in the ship's library today after Joan Allen, my clerical colleague in the South West Pembrokeshire LMA, sent me the readings we needed for a month. (Well done Joan and thanks).
So after Tristan da Cunha we sail to Rio de Janeiro as well as Salvador and Recife in Brazil, Casablanca and Marakesh in Morocco, Lisbon in Portugal and finally docking in Tilbury, London.
It's good to get my sea legs back after a year. It's an odd experience having a captive audience. I organise a service every day at sea and after the service I have Quiet Time. If anyone needs to talk to me privately, then that's the time. Well my landlubbers, it's now the 4-8 watch and time to sign off. Over and out.