Like coming home

The Cathedral of The Isles, on Cumbrae, is where it all began, really, this journey of mine ... It must have been 47 years ago, that Easter holiday - another early Easter - when I first came up the drive to be greeted by an ancient cleric with a white crew-cut and an aristocratic voice: Just look at those foolish daffodils blooming far too late to be any use for Easter!

Today, as I sang the plainchant of Evensong, I was recalling that day and the redoubtable Dean Douglas - and offering once again my gratitude for the meeting.