I never quite know how these things work out this way. But, after the excitements of our trip to Fermanagh, we headed for a wedding party in Dorset – on one of the best days of the summer. Old friends from Ireland but also former members of our congregation in Muthill – tho’ gone before we arrived. All I can say in my carbon footprint defence is that it was accomplished in one ferry journey and two flights.
I finished Ian McEwan’s ‘A Child in Time’ as I got back to Edinburgh. It’s a slightly spooky psychological thriller and wonderfully written – the story of the loss of a child who disappears in a supermarket. Remarkable to read against the tragic, unfolding story of the McCanns.