Two outings, two branches of the same coffee chain, two different ranges of treats...

One was Milngavie, the other Cambuslang...
One was a fancy lemon tartlet, the other a gingerbread Easter bunny

I enjoyed them both equally, but as the saying goes, context is all!

Now that the restrictions on travel have been relaxed, and as I am on leave, I have taken the opportunity to venture a little further afield - though still starting for my own front door, and until this afternoon all on foot.

On Friday I took along walk along the River Kelvin and Allander Water to Milngavie, where I had a take away latte and a sweet treat before walking home the short way.

Today I walked eastwards along the River Clyde for around 12 miles to Cambuslang, where I repeated the coffee and treat thing, before opting to catch the train home, as I had something I needed to be back for, and it would have been too much of a rush to walk, even by the shortest, road-based route.

The train arrived late - which made me smile, some things don't seem to change - was fairly quiet and generally clean and tidy.  It was nice to be back on a train after such a long gap, and it was a positive experience. Well done to ScotRail.

Today the news tells us that the Duke of Edinburgh has died aged 99.  That's a very long life, and, I am sure, far from an easy one, no matter how privileged it was.

The photos above connect to memories of the day I met him, less than 2m away from me, just shy of forty years ago in June 1981.

I was wearing a hand-me-down GB Officer's uniform, gifted to me by someone whose niece had recently died of cancer, because she knew there was no way my parents could afford to buy me a new or even second hand uniform.

Passing through the crowds, and then past the police into the courtyard was a magical moment for this girl from a council house - the culmination of lots of hard work and determination.

My mum would comment on the shabbiness of some of what we passed on our way to the 'supper room east' (or something like that) and that the Duke's suit had seen better days.  Whatever, it was beyond my wildest imaginings, being there with other equally eager young adults (I was one of the youngest) as we waited for him to reach our group.  He was genial, funny, interested in what we had done.  Though he didn't speak directly to me, it felt very inclusive and welcoming.

Whatever anyone may think of him, or about royality, today a man has died who leaves behind a wife, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.  A man who inspired generations of young adults to complete challenging expeditions, to volunteer in their local communities, to learn new skills and to take their place in society, hopefully the better for the experience.

D of E gave me opportunities nothing else could.  It contributed to my love of hill walking, enabled me to develop leadership skills, and, yes, long before anyone could buy a ticket to go inside Buck House, I went there. These memories are precious.

Prince Philip, like us all, was a child of God.  May he rest in peace and rise in glory.

Happy Easter faithful followers - Lent flew past in a bit of a blur with not a lot of published reflection along the way.

Our second Easter Sunday on Zoom went well with over 80 people taking part.

Wherever you are, and whatever life is like just now, may resurrection hope, joy and love be yours.

For as long as I can remember, I have used Palm Sunday as an opportuity to re-tell the story of Holy Week up as far as the arrest of Jesus in Gethsemane.  Most years, it's done in a very light hearted way, with lots of sensory activities, such as a procession round the room, hurling plastic coins across the room (always popular with children), anointing and, of course, a re-enacted Last Supper.

This year, a slight variation was more 'lessons and carols' style via Zoom, and telling chunks of the Mark narrative (it is Year B of the RCL after all).

Palm Sunday is a day of high energy and high drama - but it is a day that triggers a week of extreme emotions and painful rememberings.

The palm cross, connects the exuberance of 'hosanna' with the agony of 'eloi eloi lama sabacthani' and so draws into the complexity of the week about to unfold.

And of course, in our church, Palm Sunday wouldn't be Palm Sunday without this piece of music