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Monday 21 February 2011
Thanks, John-of-Hayling, for reminding us about Portsmouth on a Saturday. Especially when Pompey are at home. On Saturday March 5 they will be playing Sheffield at Fratton Park (funny, I thought Sheffield only played on Wednesday?)
So here is what our helpful commentator had to say: 'Assuming that you can't get a place in the Cathedral car-park, then the best solution is to head for the Cascades shopping centre car-parks (£5).
From the M275 keep left at two roundabouts until you see that the left lane is marked Cascades Car Park.'
He is right, the Cathedral car-park is very small, and apart from a few reserved places it will be first come, first served. The Cathedral is approached by road via a one-way street (Edinburgh Road)and its car-park is on the right. There is a park-and-ride scheme from just off the M27 but I have no experience of it. Some such schemes are very unreliable. The best solution would be to let the train take the strain; maybe park at some station on the Waterloo-Portsmouth line such as Liss or Haslemere - or somewhere East or West of Portsmouth, like Chichester or Fareham. At all events, the station for the Cathedral is PORTSMOUTH & SOUTHSEA and it is only a few hundred yards from there to the Catholic Cathedral.
From the front of the station, cross Commercial Road, go down the street ahead of you (Stanhope Road) and so first left into Edinburgh Road, where the Cathedral is on your right.
Kick-off at Fratton Park is 15.00 hrs; we are half an hour earlier at the Cathedral, 2.30pm. There is to be some sort of bunfight afterwards - I hope if you make the journey you can stay long enough to say "Hello!".
You might like to print this page and file it for March 5th
Sunday 20 February 2011
The clans gather: the Ordinary in their midst
It was a tribal gathering on Friday at Buckfast. The Bishop of Plymouth has an area which includes three Anglican dioceses, right across the SW peninsula from the Scilly Isles to Dorset. It is the old territory of the Dumnonii (Exeter in Latin was Isca Dumnoniorum) and many from across the region and beyond gathered to witness the Ordination the the Priesthood of David Silk.
The Candidate, with another deacon's wife
With breathtaking speed, David Silk was advanced from the Diaconate which he attained on Tuesday to the Priesthood on Friday. The Abbey Church at Buckfast was filled with friends of David and Joyce, and it was unusual to see four mitres being sported, and only two of them by bishops.
Bishop Hopes, The Abbot of Buckfast, and our Ordinary, Keith Newton (l-r)
The first was Bishop Christopher Budd of Plymouth, who ordained David, the other Alan Hopes, Coadjutor of Westminster, who has been the link between the Ordinariate and the Conference of Bishops of England and Wales. The Mitred Abbot of Buckfast was the third, and it was very good to see the Ordinary himself properly attired. Quite like old times.
If you have not visited Buckfast (“the fourth most popular Tourist Attraction in the West Country”) then you should at the earliest opportunity. When the religious life was re-established on that Holy Ground, the monks themselves erected the Church following the plan of the long-demolished Cistercian Church which had been swept away in the unpleasantnesses of Henry VIII of unhappy memory. It is an austere building within, but the sanctuary, filled with concelebrating priests on this occasion, glows with light from a huge lantern suspended over the sacrarium.
Despite struggling with a rebellious sound system,
Bishop Christopher was warm in his welcome. To mark the very specially nature of the occasion he carried the pastoral staff which David had been given when he was bishop of Ballarat; it was a gift to him from the linked diocese in Papua New Guinea, and looked like the sort of weapon which could have felled at one blow any number of rebellious inferior clergy
After the razzmatazz of Westminster (was it really only a month ago?) Buckfast was splendidly restrained – but then, it has often been claimed that Anglicanism continued some of the better features of the Benedictine tradition. It certainly felt as though some of the Anglican Patrimony was already becoming apparent. “Praise to the Holiest” rang out for the Entrance, and “We pray Thee, Heavenly Father" was sung at the Offertory. These and other hymns made a lovely contrast with the singing of the Abbey Choir under their Director, Michael Vian Clark. They sang the Gloria from Byrd’s Mass for Four Voices, and led us in responsorial psalm and plainchant Alleluias, Sanctus, Veni Creator and Agnus Dei. The Motet at Communion was again by Byrd, his Laudibus in Sanctis.
Joyce assisted in vesting her husband in the Chasuble – this seems to be a habit (no pun intended) – perhaps it will be different in Portsmouth. With some of her family she was in the Easternmost block of stalls, facing some of the Monastic Community.
Once again there were more seeking a Blessing than receiving Communion; if they are preparing to declare themselves for the Ordinariate there will be a great shot in the arm for Westcountry Catholicism in the next few months.
The New Priest in mischievous mood
At the end of Mass David stood at the East end of the Choir, while a long queue formed seeking the new priest’s blessing. There was much hilarity over lunch, some of David’s closest friends joining the family in a small upper room over the Granary Restaurant. So the Ordinariate progresses, in joyful steps. If this was one man’s ordination, what will it be like at Pentecost when dozens are to be ordained?
The Church House Inn at Holne: highly recommended!
It was all a trip down memory lane for me; I hiked across Dartmoor as a Scout when I was at school in Plymouth, and had camped at Holne Chase in the hills above Buckfast more years ago than I care to remember. So Jane and I took the opportunity for a little break, staying at the Church House Inn at Holne. There we had dined once before many years back when Archbishop Michael Ramsey and his beloved Joan were at a neighbouring table. It was good to see a picture of the pair of them in the Bar of the Inn.
Dartmoor's Eastern Edge in Springtime
Dartmoor was heart-wrenchingly beautiful in the early Spring sunshine. It is less than 150 miles from home, but seems another world, unaltered in centuries. We returned to Lymington full of hope for the future, ready for my own forthcoming priesting in Portsmouth Cathedral. I am trying to find out about parking (they tell me Pompey has a home match, which will make the approached to the City more crowded than ever) - maybe if you are coming you should get into the City early and find some lunch before kick-off in St John's.