Old fashioned ministry — 1 Comment

  1. That brings back an old memory for me actually. I remember the days when the vicar would randomly visit. Always a ‘good china’ day and we’d sit in the lounge eating sandwiches and drinking tea and chatting about nothing much before a quick prayer and off he’d go to his next house. I’ve lived here 25 years and only ever had the Mormans knock on the door!

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