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04/08/2004: "Maundy Thursday"

It started off a beautiful morning, crisp and full of promise. I drove past the barns and fields and low-rising hills, sunlight streaking low through the gaps. I arrived at Far Hils too early, so I went straight on up to Gladstone and turned around, then parked in a sunny spot and looked over the paper. When I arrived I was sent straight out for coffee and doughnuts. Rummage communion.