(photo found on line)
Between 11 p.m. on Saturday evening and 6 a.m. this morning I spent something of the order of 22 hours on National Express coaches. A fair chunk of that was sleeping (or trying to), the rest looking out of the window and seeing familiar and unfamiliar places. Passing through Stoke on Trent at around 6 a.m. on Sunday morning, I happened to spot this pub... I must have passed that way dozens of times driving in my car, but had never seen this, set back from and below the ring road (or whatever it is called).
The Holy Inadequate - a great name for a pub, with some excellent west midlands humour. Also, I think, a good description of a minister! No, this is not me self-flagellating yet again, just the reality that all ministers are in some senses inadequate and in some senses holy.
I'm very tired after my travels - sleeping in 20 minute chunks, puntuated by loud speaker announcements that "ladies and gentlemen we are now approaching such-and-such coach station" was not very restful. Spent much of the morning making zeds... and think an early night is in order too!