Away for a few days learning to be a new incumbent, we arrived for lunch greeted by the ‘hardy perennials’ a group of ladies of no specific age taking root in the dining room, as we prepare to work, ‘the tempest’ begins and we are overrun by sailors, beasts and maidens. Is this a vision of a new incumbancy?
Greenbelt over, school looming. Is there much to look forward to save for the usual autumnal festivities? It’s no good thinking that the year...



