They’re here, they’re really here! It was a pleasure to meet this 31st pastor of the St Helena Baptist Church on this historical occasion today. Although the ship docked at 9 am we were in town at 7.30 to do the last jobs needing doing before they arrived – and then we waited. Aaron practiced his latest OCD habit of whistling while we spent some time in the manse watching for the ship to appear around the corner. We went to the docks shortly after 9 to wait for the passengers to disembark (and saw a small shark). Graeme came off in the fourth busload but Hazel was delayed as she needed to use the air taxi. Since we have been e-mailing each other for nearly a year it was like greeting old friends when we met for the first time. Several of the church folk had come to the docks so there was much meeting and greeting, and then onwards to the manse where we had tea and lunch together. After lunch and the general dispersal of the multitude we took Graeme and Hazel to Scotland where their adorable flat-faced children were in quarantine – two female pugs – and then to the Knollcombes and Sandy Bay chapels.
(Hazel - third from the left). So good to also be using the manse again - it is now no longer an empty shellshocked house, but a home.