At Cala d’Or again
8.03pm. Sitting on our balcony; I have just made us a pot of tea; Freda is writing her diary too.
I got up about 5.35am and saw the sun rise out of the sea. So we face east. I felt tired so went back to bed. The next time I woke it was nearly 8 so we were already late for our 7.45 breakfast. Afterwards we went to the Spar shop to buy rolls, Laughing Cow and bottle of water. We went to the Acuarius for coffee and read our books. I closed mine, fell instantly asleep and never heard Freda get up or the crockery being removed. She had to wake me after returning from paying the bill.
On our way to Cala d’Or we heard singing from the Catholic Church. It was their monthly Anglican service. We joined the small congregation in the Rite A service (Third Eucharistic Prayer), increasing their number from 10 to 12. Afterwards I apologised for being late and improperly dressed. Canon Jim Hawthorn said, “I could see you were a vicar by the way you know the service.” I explained my position. Jim told me that he and other Anglican clergy here and in Europe regularly concelebrate in RC churches (as David Shrisunder did in Poland) and even substituted for RC priests in their absence. The only people against it were the Curia and Canterbury. And he said to let him know if we come back next year: I could minister for them and talk about our work.
We stayed quite a while talking and joining the others for coffee at the back of the church. Freda bought 14 home-made cards at 50pts each for charity funds and also an Indian scarf — a square of painted silk — to help an orphanage there, so we contributed 5,900pts altogether.
I swam before lunch. Afterwards Freda went to sleep while I read. There was a cool breeze blowing off the sea. Freda was cold when she woke up and about 3pm we made our way back to the hotel, made ourselves a pot of tea and slept; we had a shower later. At dinner we were each served our own dish of cannelloni made specially for us. They were huge so we returned one of them. The food was delicious though, and as we had earlier in the day expressed our appreciation for the almond tart, that too was there for us.
We were listening to Face to Face singing to us from the stage below. Later there is to be a flamenco group. Last night we had Spirit of Irish Dance. After we came indoors we had a happy time making love until after midnight.
On Tuesday night we went to the Corfu for their 10pm entertainment, a couple of male acrobats. But it was really for children so we soon left.
Yesterday — Wednesday — we did another of our favourite walks, to Porto Petro. As always, we walked round the harbour then had coffee at the usual place, returning the “back way” where new properties are going up. We called at the Spar shop on the way back. After lunch on our balcony and a rest we walked by the Marina to Cala d’Or where I swam. We had a Coke at the café above the beach. We walked 8–10 miles during the day.
As we walked along the Marina this evening we stopped to watch Sweet Affair being lifted out of the water and manipulated into drydock, presumably for its hull to be cleaned. We were surprised to see it back at its usual mooring as we returned this afternoon.
There were two letters today from Peter Drake-Brockman.
FRIDAY 27th OCTOBER
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