|The Curate catching up with our good friend and old neighbour - Jenny|
It is almost a year since The Curate and I moved from the North Coast parish to our present parish on the edge of the moor. This was so that we could live together in the same house and I could carry on with my work rather than commuting to the North Coast each weekend. The hardest part of a curacy for a curate's wife is the fact that any curate is always passing through and not settling. And, of course, we made it more difficult for ourselves by moving after two years of The Curate's curacy. On the North Coast we were looked after by a very good shepherd - our neighbour - who kept an eye on The Curate when I was away and who was probably the only person who witnessed how challenged I felt by the whole process of The Curate's ordination. She knows how far I have travelled since those early days.