This year we were numerous enough to have
the whole place to ourselves. And what a splendid hall it
is: magnificent views from the dining room, chapel and the
bedrooms; spacious grounds and room to party; and mine
genial host, Roy Storer, there to welcome us. This year the
food was even better – the opening buffet in particular was
a really superb spread. “Should I open the bar this
evening?” asked the new manager; some questions, we assured
him, answer themselves.
The first
evening brought us all together for some mind-bending games,
where the younger guests easily outplayed their seniors.
Then to the chapel for a short service before we made for
bed. Noisy groups on the lawn next morning woke the late
sleepers in time for morning prayer and soon the various
parties set off in the sunshine, with packed lunches, up
into the hills and down to the lake. They all returned with
mighty tales to tell, the children in rather better state
than their parents. By late afternoon the lounge was filled
with enthusiastic (indeed, in the case of one
Reader,remarkably vocal) support for the triumphing
Newcastle Falcons.
The
Saturday evening party was a huge success. Our leader blew
her whistle in a manner which brought back fond memories of
my old gym mistress; there was shameful cheating during
Musical Chairs; we danced even better when we couldn’t hear
the music; and further entertainment was provided by a trio
of young dancers who rapidly trained up rather more mature
troupes whose grasp on the rhythm remained distinctly
insecure.
Throughout the weekend Janet and Michael led
us in thoughtful prayers and services, building on our sense
of togetherness and enjoyment of each other’s company. As
last time, the presence of the children made the weekend
even more special for all of us. And this all culminated in
our final Eucharist on the Sunday – informal, deeply moving
and filled with a sense of renewal.
To all
who made the weekend such a success – especially Roy, Colin,
Janet and Michael – our grateful thanks.