Anglicanism

We had a holiday, well a few days, away in the caravan as I mentioned, and visited Brecon Cathedral which is rather nice and almost homely as such buildings go. An amazing thing happened while we were away near Hay (where as one joker said 'book prices are way-on-high). I lost a special ring on the last day. Special because it was given to me by an aunt who said it belonged to my grandmother. When I had it altered the jeweller said it was made in 1847 which was the date that my grandmother's grandmother was married, so I like to think it was hers. I hadn't noticed when it slipped from my finger onto the grass of the field where we were pitched. We were on hands and knees and scrabbling through bags of waste for the rest of the afternoon but to no avail. In the evening HoF went back with a friend's metal detector and found it! Hurrah and hallelujah! I felt I had reneged on my family trust by losing it, which was strange as there was really no-one to know but me.
In the village we now have a new rector but such is the working of The System that although we all know, we aren't allowed to know, if you see what I mean. We have seen him visiting the village, know that his name is Mike, know that he's being inducted in November. But we aren't allowed to know more until he's told his home parish that he's leaving and then an offical announcement will be made. Still. the prayer group has been praying for a married male rector (not out of prejudice I hasten to add but to balance with the new female Methodist minister)and it seems those prayers are answered. We wait and hope.