Later I was posted to a city in the north and immediately found my niche in the dark streets of that city
Once I had settled in …
I remember particularly a very interesting outing ..
Prior to my diocesan visitations, generally on my bicycle,I would have been quite fastidious in my preparedness …
I had of course my notebook (The Buttbook) in my saddlebag…
I remember one particular outing …
With the bicycle’s pneumatic tyres fully inflated…I threw my right leg, suitably gaitered, over the black, well-worn saddle
And with a firm push, cycled up the dark, very narrow lane which divided the two terraced blocks, in one of which I had found temporary lodgings
Turning right I crossed the wide cobbled area, where the two streets met.
Then onto the main road and picking up speed, directed my bicycle’s lamp to the black-tarred road …

Taking a left at Cowley’s Entry, I peddled purposefully up the slight gradient and within five minutes, had arrived at the Church of Santa Magdalena