I used to think that I didn’t really have roots. Lived in too many places – I couldn’t have the same sense of place and belonging as my parishioners. But then being in Armagh Cathedral last night for the installation of my friend Patrick as Dean put me back in dialogue with my roots. It’s great to be with people who know me and my family two generations back – and to meet old friends with whom I have served in all sorts of places. But, of course, there is another side to it which I pondered as I blundered onto the Stena early this morning. It’s the freedom of being able to re-invent myself as I choose – if that doesn’t sound too spiritually treacherous. In Scotland, I don’t have ‘form’ and, as yet, I don’t have history. Great freedom in that. Poppy, by the way, has had enough travelling for a while and is in voluble mode. She didn’t get to fill in the customer survey on the Stena HSS but she did wonder why the number of customer satisfaction surveys one is given is in inverse proportion to the pleasure of the experience.