On Sunday morning I woke up, relatively unexpectedly, in the town of Berwick 'pon Tweed. Fortunately I was able to listen to the moveable feast that is Tim Thurston's Gloria and get healed via the gift of satellite tv.Unusually the show was propelled by Magnificats and a Mighty rushing wind. And none, I insist, the worse for it.
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