Just back from presiding at the Holy Communion at Hardwicke (BCP, helping cover a sabbatical). It’s a little jewel-box of a church, built by the local Big Family whose ordained son (I was told) couldn’t find a suitable living so they built a church for him and persuaded the Bish to divide the parish. It’s also in relatively deep countryside so unsurprisingly the congregation like the church is small in number (12 communicants; but that’s what Jesus chose…) if big in commitment. The organ pipes are so finely decorated that they are listed. Blessings on the faithful few who keep the daily round and common task going and still say their prayers.