If I ever I make it to heaven I know the angels will be singing Palestrina’s Missa Papae Marcelli. It was sung when I was made a bishop in Westminster Abbey 18 months ago. By glorious chance the choir sung it this morning at Canterbury Cathedral. The most wonderfully uplifting piece of music.
We were in Canterbury for ten years so it was good to go back to see old friends.
The journey back along the M3 re-convinced me that cars in large numbers are really rather horrible. I have to be honest: the car journey was more like penance. Enough of this: back on the bike tomorrow, the cyclepath to heaven for true believers (and lovers of Palestrina).