On the Belmont student houseparty and saying goodbye.

Yesterday and the day before, a group of us students from Belmont Chapel went to a little house in the middle of Dartmoor to spend time with each other and God. Not only did we get a couple of really helpful and challenging talky bits from none other than Mr Derek Burnside, but we also spent time striding around the moor, and even swimming in the stream. Actually, I'll be brutally honest and say that I didn't actually swim, I just sort of waded, because it was farily freezing, but others including, yes, you guessed it, Burnside himself, plunged themselves into the icey depths with tremendous vigour. Unfortunately it was over all too quickly, since it was great to spend time in the middle of nowhere with such a lovely bunch of people.
Since I know that Ed now reads this blog, I will take this opportunity to thank him and the other contact workers for organising it! Cheers!

Its all a bit sad at the moment, if I'm honest, because since myself and many of my mates are about to finish the second year, an alarming number of people aren't going to be around next year, either doing years abroad or, shock horror, leaving glorious Devon altogether. I am one of those people that really, really, really does not like goodbyes, because I love getting to know people really well, and finding out what makes them tick, and perhaps equally importantly, what makes them chuckle. So its a huge shame to say bye to folk, but its also exciting, because in many cases people are off to do hugely exciting things and, hey, God goes with them - and what could be better than that?

That's enough for today.