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Sunday 13th November 2005
       
Today was a bit odd. We awoke at about half past nine and it was all blue skies (although cold). The plan today, at least for the morning, was to attend this Catholic church not far from the Co-op on Cardigan Lane. I was perfectly happy to go along, purely to be the one to look after A****** if he were to start squawking. But being of no religion, I saw no point in participating in any of their rituals. Anyway . . . we arrived about five minutes before the thing started (11 o'clock) and took our seats near the back. By 11 o'clock, the church was at about 90% capacity. I can't remember the exact order of things, but they sang a few songs, did a few prayers and then this green-clad, young priest type did a long sermon. I didn't get to hear all this, as I had to take A****** back out to the main reception area (separated from the congregation by a wall of glass panes and doors) as he was getting tired and couldn't sleep. Once asleep (A******), I went back inside and took my place next to M****. After another song or two, the congregation then lined up to receive a disc of some strange white thing (rice paper?!) and sip some liquid (wine?!) from a metal goblet. Of course, I'm talking about transubstantiation here, but giving it a name doesn't make it any less weird. In fact, the whole thing was weird. Near the end, the priest reminded the congregation that the weekday services would be moved to a different building that would be easier to heat up during winter. You have to wonder why it's not always in such a building. The ceiling was very high and meant the church must have taken quite a lot of energy to heat up. Anyway, that over with, we took a long walk back to home, and almost did some serious injury to A****** whilst trying to get in the front door (he wasn't strapped into his pram-thing and kind of slid out onto the stone pathway . . . fortunately the blue fleecy sheet thing largely saved him). After a quick snack, we went up to Ilkley (the Cow and Calf), had a late lunch, and went for a walk around the moor. The pictures were taken at (from left to right) 15:44, 15:56, 15:56, 16:02, 16:02, 16:09, 16:09 and 16:09.
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On the way back, we saw this strange man hanging around the corner of Argie Road and Argie Avenue (?!), taking photographs of us. It soon dawned on me that it was Gav, and he was there waiting for Clo (they were on their way to their allotment). Here are a few of the pictures he took. Oh, and these images are quite large, by the way.
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