Wy cumt toe herigdy, o god,
deer wy witte dú sie funde.
Dú ert greit!
Bei mid ús et dyne beid, god,
deer dú feidzt ús all.
Dú ert greit!
Dank dy for ben heer,
and for ben eiweer.
Dú ert greit!

I travelled with Felicity down to South Dunedin. The doors of St Michael’s Orthodox Church happened to be open when we went pass. Felicity is familiar with the congregation. She suggested that we go in. We stepped into a chapel about the size of a large room. It was wooden and the windows illumined the dust. It smelt of the memory of incense. The walls were adorned with icons, some as old as the church itself (built 1911), others more recent in their donation, including an image of the Trinity from a Parisien community. The priest was reciting the office for the beginning of Lent in the Orthodox calendar – many Orthodox parishes follow the Julian calendar rather than the Gregorian. Before we left I gave the names of some Orthodox friends who live overseas, with whom I sometimes correspond by email, so that he could remember them when he returned to the recitation of the office.