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Team Flannagrove and Whats Next...

You join me in Sheffield, just shy of my new home city- hanging out with my lovely friend as I recover (in a good way) from the wedding of Team Flannagrove.

Yes, yesterday about 450 of us pitched up in central London for a wedding extravaganza, where the top table was a cricket pitch, where the gifts are all furnishing an orphanage in Uganda and where two truly lovely creative folk got themselves hitched. It was a great day- and a wonderful chance to catch up with some good friends. As usual I forgot to take photos but hey.. the memories are in my head.

But that was it: the last thing to do before preparing for ordination. It all feels quite imminent right now: which I guess it should. So before I retreat into retreats and so on, may I invite anyone who really wants to travel to the fairly far north for a fairly dull service, to join me in Ripon Cathedral on Sunday 28th June at 10.30am. I will be wearing slightly unlike me clothes...

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