Sunday’s are, inter alia, good days for adventures.
Having left Gotham and the nearby Flatiron, I went in search of the Strong Shield.

For some countryside.
A view from the train form King’s Cross Station to Letchworth.

This was Fr. Adrian Fortescu’s little church in Letchworth.
It is now the parish hall.

A tiny bit of the baldachino of the church survives in the Lady Chapel in the main church, itself built in 1962.

A window from the old church.

Some of you will enjoy some Latin.

As I said, the old church is now a hall for the parish. It has just been tidied up with some work. A false ceiling was recently taken out and displays on the life of Fr. Fortescu put up.

The parish priest was very kind. He let us see Fr. Fortescu’s own chalice, which remained in the parish.


After lunch at a nearby carvery, back to town we went.
We caught Vespers at Brompton Oratory with Benediction.

Harrod’s is all lit up for you know what.

A momentary stop at my friend’s club for a rest of the feet and some tea.


Then to supper. Steak, bacon and mushroom pie, with mashed potatoes.

All in all a good day.
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