This weekend we were in Birmingham, in Fr James Cope's parish of Castle Vale. I celebrated and preached again on Sunday morning (picture above). The main event, though was to commemorate their Patron Saint, Cuthbert, which we did on Saturday, then went that afternoon for a little outing to the National Forest and Memorial Arboretum. I had no idea what to expect.
Arboretum to me means a diversity of trees, and mature ones at that. This is all very new, with a railway line to one side and gravel extraction going on nearby. For all that, it is very impressive. Well over 100 acres, and in each carefully defined area there are memorials. I saw in the distance the flag of the RNLI. That institution is greatly revered in Lymington, where we live, for its work rescuing seafarers. There was a large section of the site devoted to the Royal Air Force - most of it was planted with silver birches, which are sadly short-lived trees. Perhaps that says something about the longevity or not of the Arm in which I served for National Service (ending up as Pilot Officer GD (Ground) Fighter Controller, no less!)
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