
It will be a difficut year, and raising the funds will occupy much of my time, but this work is urgent and essential.
It's pretty paltry stuff by the standards of sunnier climes; but to be able to do this in London, in late November, is quite an achievement.
Not as sweet as they might be (which is undoubtedly results from the weak sunshine), they were nevertheless pleasant and juicy - as reluctantly and finally acknowledged by the titular Bishop of Lindisfarne, who tried the first one. However, their probable fate will be entrusted to our Sisters, who might manage to make a teaspoon of jam from them.
There remain tangerine, lime and lemon trees, which are all proceeding well.
Matthew tried the organ in the basilica, which he played with usual dexterity - although, sadly, the instrument was not in great condition.
The basilica of Saint Cecilia is of considerable interest, as it is built over the bath-house of a roman dwelling (which many be visited in the crypt) where, by tradition, the saint met her end. Her body was placed in a tomb in the catacombs which was opened a few hundred years ago. Sketches were made of the saint's incorrupt body, and from these the beautiful sculpture which adorns her shrine. Londoners will know it well from the good copy at the London Oratory in Brompton.
A bugler stands ready in the sacristy. Below, we were honoured to welcome members of the Services at the Mass - for the first time, these included a detachment from the Royal Marines.
Chaplains from the three Forces concelebrated the Mass. The preacher was Mgr John Walsh, principal RAF chaplain.
Mass concluded with the traditional Act of Remembrance, including the Last Post, two minutes' silence, Reveille and the National Anthem. Below, Thomas Wilson, precentor, accompanies the bugler to the apse, and the Last Post is sounded.