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Date: 04 October 2009 21:29:53
The harvest was brought home, and turned out to be mainly swedes. Giant swedes from a nearby farm, but too large for most people to want. We ploughed the fields and scattered in good traditional style, singing one of the trebles' favourites 'Look at the world' (Rutter) in the morning and 'The heavens are telling' (Haydn) at Festival Evensong (along with Stanford in C and the Sweeney responses). Our newly-ordained curate presided at the Eucharist and one of the new readers preached at evensong. They were welcomed at our blow-out Harvest lunch in the Parish Centre (size 0 fashion models need not apply). The vicar again won the competition for who could eat the most second- and third-helpings of main course and dessert. He'll make a portly bishop one day, sure as pasties are pasties.