Way back, in 2009. my name was sent to three Baptist churches in Scotland, each of whom was, in theory at least, willing to call a woman minister.  The one pictured here (I stole the image from their website) discerned that they needed a youth worker instead, so withdrew their invitation.

Way back in 2009. on the 26th April, I preached for the very first time in Glasgow.  It was the start of an adventure that lasted near enough a quarter of my lifetime, and that has helped shape my to the person I now am.

This year on 26th April, after I preach in Railway Town, I'll travel the Aberdeen church for the second time ever, and for the second time it's for the funeral of someone whose story interconnects with my own.  It was quite sobering thinking of who was there then, and won't be now.

It's a long and beautiful train ride, and I have a lot of work that I need to complete as I travel, but I am grateful to be able to say farewell to the women who was my Pastoral Supervisor and who encouraged me to train as one.