Progress Report

Things went well on Thursday. We both got on well with the vicar, she (for a lady she is) wants us to go there, we want to go there, so it's pretty much a deal. We've held off a couple of days since the visit, just in case either side had second thoughts, but we didn't.

However, there are some formalities to go through yet with the local churches, the diocese and the Bishop, so I'm not yet able to go public and share details with you. If you phone me up and ask me I'll tell you, but it's not going on Facebook or this blog until we've got the official nod. It's not a million miles from Ferndown, and within spitting distance of my 'old' diocese.

It's a bit strange how quickly our perceptions change. A month ago Salisbury was 'my' diocese (and technically remains so until I finish at Ridley and they finish supporting me in June), but now a different Diocese has appeared on my internet favourites list. I still have allegiances to several past and current churches, but for the last 18 months I've never been too sure who is my vicar - now suddenly somebody has a 'my new boss/vicar' label and when I get new ideas I start making mental plans for how that might look applied to this new location.

And so you'll have to wait a bit longer to find out. But we know where we're going with enough certainty to start contacting schools and to get measured for wax jackets and green wellies. You'll have to phone my mum to find out.