Lost and Found
At the end of last year, one of my closest friends and I set out for a weekend in York. We planned it to be full of food, laughter and exploring this beautiful city. Mind you, I also needed to run an errand, a ‘hit two birds with one stone’ kind of thing. I needed to go to York Minster to ask if they had some type of clergy lost property box because a few months prior I had left my preaching scarf there whilst deaconing for Bishop Julie and Bishop Sam’s consecration service.