Marsha's Blog

 Hello Everyone, Tony here. Marsha kindly relinquished the keyboard this week so I could say a few words about the amazing Hand of God at work in all our lives. And especially now.Where to begin? We left Spain a couple of weeks ago and flew over to London. Everything was perfect, from the blue skies to the experience of attending Evensong at Westminster Abbey and sitting in the choir loft where just a few days later, as we watched TV with the rest of the world, a portly gentleman would occupy the seat I had been in while he attended the Queen’s funeral. Never could figure out who he was, but I could sympathize with him as I watched him squirm in the hard straight-backed pew. From London, Marsha and I decided to use our Eurail passes for a trip up to Edinburgh, Scotland. Just a few minutes outside the city, it seems, there’s a small village called “Penicuick”. Since my son-in-law goes by the same name, we thought it would be interesting to check out his ancestral heritage.  We weren’t d

  Recently in Wales, we took TWO £200 tours. Luckily we've budgeted for this, so even though that's expensive (about $300 each), we were OK Both were very enlightening.  The first one took us around to several castles and into the national park of the mountains of Snowdonia.  One of the castles, called Carnarvon, is where Prince Charles became the "Prince of Wales" a few years ago (now he's the King).  I'm pretty sure C.S. Lewis must have seen this castle and used it as inspiration for “Cair Paravel”, the legendary gathering place for Aslan (read “Jesus”) in his “Lion, Witch and Wardrobe” series. We also found out that the town of Llandudno (in the Welsh language and pronounced something like “Clendendno or something) was one of the selected cities where thousands of English children were sent to be safe in WWII.  Again, right out of the C.S. Lewis series, although in his book, Lewis didn’t mention that it was only children of royal and very wealthy families w

 The other night in London, Tony and I were enjoying a lovely walk, looking at all the people and sights.  It was a beautiful evening, but I’ll have to admit I was still feeling a bit down about our recent theft and how it continues to complicate things. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that things were not coming together as we had hoped. Our publisher was telling us all the right words, but so far had not come up with a single opportunity to promote our new book. He tossed the word, “Covid” around as some kind of answer to all his plans, but I can’t help but read “reluctance”. Then there was the whole “please come volunteer to work with Ukrainian refugees” invitation. The needs are still there but the timing’s not right. It’s looking like we may not be able to do anything after all. I’m coming to realize that it’s getting harder and harder to justify our existence. I sat down on an outdoor bench to wait for Tony to order some sushi.  (Yes, this is a very cosmopolitan city) The sushi