Pancake Day means celbration time at the rectory. At first we wondered if anyone would come. Mountains of lemons, vats of batter, and just the chef and rector… Then after a while, the doorbell rang. One person. Four. Then everyone all at once, till we could hardly keep up with the pancakes.
No chance for photos then, so these come from afterwards: pancakes done and most people gone. Just a few of us lingering, talking, napping, reading. It was a good night. Thanks to everyone who took part — most especially our best dressed and most encouraging chef.
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