Tonight my host and I went into London and wound up in the area of Brompton Oratory. We strolled around for a while and eventually jumped into a Chinese place for some dumplings and soup, to fend off death by starvation, and then walked about a while longer.
It was really good to move around and get a little exercise.
Eventually, on the way back to the car, we ran into one of the Oratorians, someone known to me from Rome. While he went off on his errand, my host and I stopped at a pub and ordered up something. Although there was Fuller’s, which someone recommended in another entry, I opted for a Duchy Ale, which apparently has something to do with the Prince of Wales. It is made during a limited period. Yum.
Then a remarkable thing happened. As we sat down, and wound up next to another clergyman (non-Catholic), I looked up to see coming around the corner someone from Oxford’s Newman Society whom I met time I visited that university town. It seems that wherever I go I run into people I know! Amazing: in a city of, what 7 million, I wind up in the same pub with people who recognize me from across a room.
In any event, I am pretty tired and will go to bed soon.