All in all it was an easy and invigorating day, except that it did involve about 9 hours driving and reinforced the fact that in increasing my effectiveness as a bishop, the wisest investment our diocese has made to date (after of course, the salary for my PA, Debbie ) has been in a really good car.
My Subaru Forester 2.0D has a common rail diesel engine and a six speed manual gearbox. It is, as are all cars with this configuration, somewhat light on horsepower but very heavy on torque. That is, while it might not beat the boy racers away from the lights and is somewhat easy to stall, it is very gutsy on the hills and when passing milk tankers. It has a low centre of gravity and if I am prepared to work the gearbox, can be made to twinkletoe its way around corners very nimbly indeed. For a big car (five adults and their luggage in reasonable comfort) it is amazingly frugal, returning 6.6 l/100km over the 35,000km I have travelled in it this year. Most importantly, I can sit in it for 3 or 4 hours and climb out at the other end with no undue fatigue; which meant that when I got home at midnight yesterday, the driving wasn't a factor in my weariness, not even a little bit.
So today I eased the Forester out of the garage, washed off the insects that had got too close to the windscreen and were as a result considerably short of breath and puttered down to the bay to sit for a bit and look at the seagulls and think about the goodness of God. Jolyon a Deacon. The Holy Spirit sure does khave his act together. I'm glad I was able to nip up to Christchurch in style and comfort to see it.