Revd Peter Barham reflects on Harvest under Covid restrictions.
Harvest Festival, and we managed two decorated churches (thanks).
We had 35 in one church and 40 in the other, and - unusually - my congregation was larger than that of Northern Reader (Northern Reader is Peter's wife, Julie).
We survived not singing "We plough the fields and scatter" and everyone seemed to get something out of worship.
Harvest hedgehogs seem appropriate - spikes and all that.
We did a food bank run for the Hope Centre in Derby - Mike and Shirley had a full car (thank you again).
We can accept donations at any time in Primrose's book shed at the vicarage.
I baptised young Ralph at lunchtime - we moved the flowers first.
Just six guests allowed. Mum, dad, Ralph and the four Godparents.
I have given up trying to understand the logic of the regulations.
Lovely young people, a happy little lad, and a pleasure to baptise - one of the greatest pleasures of my ministry (in the old days I'd have given you a photo, now I need written permission first).
Then we had an open air service.
It was a sunny afternoon and people came with their own seats.
A lot of work for 18 people and it proved why we have church buildings. Nice to have good chats with families (and others) I haven't seen for a while.
I hope everyone got something out of it.
Now I'm shattered. Daft really, Sunday's are usually a lot busier than this!
The Prime Minister is right, it is going to be a tough winter for all of us.
The lovely people at Cogito Books supplied me with this evening's entertainment.
Just wish I'd got a real fire to snuggle in front of.