The most notable difference about yesterday was the absence of the Vicar. There was a Vicar, don't get me wrong. It was just a different Vicar. Ours was on Sabbatical somewhere in England (no one was saying just where), and would be there for three months. Thus, the different Vicar.
I have enjoyed worshiping here for many years when in Cornwall, and have appreciated all their Vicars. Anytime a Vicar has announced they would be leaving, which happened several times over the years, I was saddened. They'd each had their uniquely winning way in presenting the Gospel.
The Vicar yesterday was very nice, humorous, and kind to the American visitor who popped up in the choir room. As the Warden helped him adjust his cassock, the Vicar said people often mistake him for the actor Rowan Atkinson. Right away I thought of Mr Bean, who is the main character in the Mr Bean shows. His shows are funny, I must admit (just think of one, and I'll bet you laugh.). I determined to find a Mr Bean movie soon and see whether or not he looked like the Vicar.
The morning service turned out to be lovely, and the Vicar turned out to be interesting and funny, a good but rare combination. The Musical Director's wife once again helped me with where I should walk, bow, stand, sit, and sing, because I did not really know. There were a few mistakes I probably made, but thankfully didn't actually embarrass anybody.
We could not stay for tea and biscuits because we would be going up to The Badger for their Sunday carvery, and had to arrive at the stroke of Noon.
The Carvery was again the best in western Cornwall, and the only mistake I made there was to pick up a Yorkshire Pudding with my fingers, when the rule was that you do NOT EVER pick up a Yorkshire Pudding piece with your fingers,
"DON'T pick up that Pud, Miss," said the chef. He was very busy and didn't have time to correct rude Americans in Lelant.
I was so embarrassed! and offered to give the offending Pudding to my husband! but the chef brushed off this effort and called out, "Next?"
Rosamunde Pilcher probably NEVER picked Yorkshire Puddings up like that, having to apologize embarrassingly in front of a bunch of customers at the Badger Inn in her own home town. But the Carvery was so superb that I lost myself in its deliciousness and forgot the chef.
Here is a picture of it for my dear Readers (notice the two Yorkshire Puddings)"
See you along the way!
the Scone Lady
((I would have been able to speak about the Vicar's sermon -Pentecost-, but our hearing aids were back at the cottage and we couldn't hear it))