Fourth Week of Advent

SUNDAY 18th December – Fourth Sunday of Advent

We drive down to London for a family birthday. I go to 7pm Mass in the Cathedral which I never really enjoy.

“The Lord himself, therefore, will give you a sign. It is this, the maiden is with child and will give birth to a son, whom she shall call Immanuel, a name which mean God is with us”.
Isaiah 7:14.

MONDAY 19th December

I ask the PM an inevitable question about pursuing free trade and not staying in the internal market.
At Mass, the evening choral one, we get an interesting sermon on the Old Testament being a foretaste of the New:

“The woman gave birth to a son and called him Samson. The child grew and the Lord blessed him and the Spirit of the Lord began to move him”.
Judges 13:2-7.

TUESDAY 20th December

Because the Cathedral is being cleaned, we have an intimate Mass in the crypt – always a lovely affair. The reading is Luke 26-38:
“The angel Gabriel was sent by God …”

I ask a question of the Health Secretary about the shortage of GPs.

WEDNESDAY 21st December

Another beautiful Mass in the crypt. A wonderful sermon on the greeting Elizabeth gives to Mary.

“Why should I be honoured with a visit from the Mother of my Lord”.
Luke 1:39-56.

‘My Lord’ is a phrase used by Jesus for God, so what Elizabeth says is very significant.

I go to Jean Galitzine’s funeral in St Peter’s, Eaton Square. A dignified Anglican service.

THURSDAY 22nd December

I normally go shopping in Kings Road and go to the Italian Restaurant near Flood Street. I sit there waiting for Mary as it gets dark and the restaurant empties. A nice feeling of Christmas drawing close.

In the early evening, a last Mass in the Cathedral with the choir before Christmas and we drive up very late to Lincs.

The reading is the Magnificat:
“My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour”.
Luke 1:46-55.

FRIDAY 23rd December

We go to the farm shop. The whole family come up for Friday evening Spaghetti Bolognaise, as when they were young. A good day.

SATURDAY 24th December

The others are shopping. I read and walk.

Today’s Psalm 89
“I will sing for ever of your love O Lord”.

Third Week of Advent and the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe

SUNDAY 11th December – Third Sunday of Advent

We go to Mass in the Osgodby Chapel. Always a delight to be there in this small upper room, built in 1793.

Isaiah 35:
“Let the wilderness and the dry lands exult, let the wasteland rejoice and bloom”.

MONDAY 12th December – Our Lady of Guadalupe

I ask a question in the House about the need of the Navy to build ships other navies actually want to buy.

There is an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe in the Cathedral: the story is inspiring.

TUESDAY 13th December

A long day of select committee meetings. International Trade for over two hours in the morning and the Public Accounts Commission in the afternoon, which I chair – the only thing I do chair nowadays.

Later there is a meeting on Renewal and Restoration. They are still considering my plan to use the House of Lords Chamber.

Psalm 34
“The poor man wailed,
The Lord heard him”.

WEDNESDAY 14th December

I speak to a packed 1922 Committee, waiting to hear the Prime Minister, and get great support. It is a dotty idea to spend £3.5bn upfront and move out of the Palace of Westminster for eight years.

Later I do a reading for Aid to the Church in Need. I do the last reading from St John. Everyone stands. The choir of the London Oratory, the readings … a beautiful occasion.

THURSDAY 15th December

I pursue the Government on the New Homes Bonus which is being raided to the detriment of towns like Gainsborough to fund adult social care. An impossible dilemma. How can we support an ageing population and this morning, an hour before I can get to her, my Aunt Betty dies at 92. The last of the generation that was adult during the war. What times she lived through. Raised in Paris before the war, she was in school in England in 1940, but her sister, my mother, and her parents had to flee Paris, the day before the Germans arrived. She was full of charm and, when young, of great beauty. She got a place at St Andrews when that was rare for a girl, but didn’t take it up. Now she is gone, but she had a final stroke a month before, was in pain, could barely speak and wanted to go.

“… Cherishing life.
Accepting death…”

FRIDAY 16th December

I speak as always to our Christmas Supper Club at the Hickman Hill Hotel in Gainsborough where I was selected 34 years ago. The mood is good. There are more people than ever before, 45 pack the room.

What a year it has been – a good year in my view. Brexit, Trump and maybe the war in Syria will be decided one way or the other.

SATURDAY 17th December

A quiet day in Lincolnshire.

Today’s Psalm 72
“In his days justice shall flourish and peace till the moon fails”.

Second Week of Advent and the feasts of the Immaculate Conception and of St Nicholas

SUNDAY 4th December – Second Sunday of Advent

Isaiah 11:1-10
“On him the Spirit of the Lord rests”.

MONDAY 5th December

I am walking around Jerash near Amman. It is a winter evening, the sky blue but starting to yellow. The light is throwing the whole scene, Roman roads, piazzas, columns and temples into a golden glow. There are few people around; the weight of the centuries and of the ruined Byzantine churches weighs heavily. Recalled by William of Tyre in 1141, I contemplate the passing of two millennia and the passing nature of our affairs. Here Christianity was vibrant fifteen centuries ago.

“Hear the word of the Lord, O nations; declare it to the distant lands”
Jeremiah 31:10.

“Behold, our Saviour will come; you need no longer fear…”
Isaiah 35:4.

TUESDAY 6th December – St Nicholas

A long flight back. I rest up for a moment in Mass at Westminster Cathedral.

As we fly over Palestine I can see the Dome of the Rock glinting in the sunlight. Back in foggy London I hear these words:

“Console my people, console them says your God. Speak to the heart of Jerusalem and call to her that her time of service is ended”
Isaiah 40:1-11.

… Extraordinary that Jerusalem still stands at the heart of the world’s troubles.

WESNESDAY 7th December – St Ambrose

I rush from meeting Amyas Morse to discuss his National Audit Office budget to the Brexit debate and ask the Secretary of State to guarantee a swift bill if we lose the Supreme Court case.

“How can you say, Israel, ‘My way is hidden from the Lord’”
Isaiah 40.

THURSDAY 8th December – The Immaculate Conception

Luke 26-38

I am writing this a couple of weeks later. A friend has just asked me to read Luke 26-38 in our Christmas Day service or readings and carols, and here it is –

“The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee named Nazareth…”

FRIDAY 9th December

Isaiah 48: 17-19
“If only you had been alert to my commandments, your happiness would have been like a river, your integrity like the waves of the sea”.

I notice that recently I have become more conscious of my surroundings as I am being driven around and delight in the Christmas lights of London, the decorations twinkling on the small houses of Lincolnshire, even the bare trees. Is it because I am getting older, entering on the last quarter of my life, appreciating each moment, or is it because I have got new glasses and I am wearing them more often!

SATURDAY 10th December

We go to drinks at a friend’s home.

The Psalm for today is number 80:
“Lord of Hosts bring us back, let your face shine on us”.

First Week of Advent and the feasts of St Andrew the Apostle and St Francis Xavier

SUNDAY 27th November – First Sunday of Advent

The incomparable poet Isiah:
“In the days to come, the mountain of the Temple of the Lord shall tower above the mountains and be lifted higher than the hills”.
Isiah 2:1-5.

MONDAY 28th November

I ask a question about Aleppo. There are ludicrous calls for unilateral British air drops. I drew attention to the attack on a school in West Aleppo and all that could be made worse by more bombs falling on this blighted country…

My old school, St Philip’s, comes to the House of Commons and we discuss … yes … Brexit! I also intervene in a debate on TV licences for the over 75s. We should help those in need, not provide blanket benefits.

TUESDAY 29th November

A long meeting in the morning and a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, but I get to the 5.30 Mass.

“A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. The Spirit of the LORD will rest on him – the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of might”.

WEDNESDAY 30th November – St Andrew the Apostle

I speak at a forum for Russian-British business contracts.

Mass in the crypt chapel is for St Andrew.

“Beside the Sea of Galilee, the Lord saw two brothers, Peter and Andrew, and he said to them: ‘come after me and I will make you fishers of me’”.

THURSDAY 1st December

I ask a question of David Davis in Brexit questions, asking him to get on with it.

FRIDAY 2nd December

A surgery and quiet walks. I read a Psalm in our village church.

Psalm 23
“The Lord is my sight and my help”.

SATURDAY 3rd December – St Francis Xavier

We canvass in the Sleaford by-election and go to church in Stanton.

“People of Zion, you will live in Jerusalem and weep no more”.

Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time and the feast of Christ the King

SUNDAY 20th November – Christ the King, Thirty-fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

We go to Mass at Market Rasen – the words of the good criminal echo down the ages:
“Remember me when you come into your kingdom”
Luke 23.

MONDAY 21st November – Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary

I deliver some leaflets in torrential rain in North Hykeham and make it down to London in time for a Legion d’Honneur presentation to Dominic Grieve.

The readings are from the confusing Apocalypse:
“I heard a sound coming out of the sky like the sound of the ocean or the roar of thunder, it seemed to be the sound of harpists playing their harps”.

TUESDAY 22nd November – St Cecilia

I ask FCO topical question about Francois Fillon, married to a Britain, Catholic social conservative, Thatcherite in economics.

“… so the angel set his sickle to work on the Earth and harvested the whole vintage of the Earth and put it into a huge wine press, the winepress of God’s anger”.

WEDNESDAY 23rd November

I go to see Aunty Betty in Guildford, chair Westminster Hall, a debate on the North East. In the evening we have a dinner with the Hungarian Ambassador – a refreshing change from the normal tedious Euro speak.

“… what I saw in heaven was a great and wonderful sign”.

THURSDAY 24th November – St Andrew Dung-Lac

I take my architect in to see the Leader of the House of Commons to suggest that instead of vacating entirely the old Palace of Westminster during restoration we keep open Westminster Hall, we sit in the Lords and they sit in the Royal Gallery.

In the evening we have Mass in Westminster Cathedral and our AGM.

“… Then a powerful angel picked up a boulder like a great millstone”.

FRIDAY 25th November

I go up to Durham to speak at DUCA and at the Union. It’s always lovely to go back, especially as Theo is there now. At the last moment, because of a mix up, the President changes the topic I debate on. I am second. ‘This House believes Iraq war a crime, not a blunder’. Always fun to put on the President’s gown and have a real debate in front of a hundred people.

SATURDAY 26th November

I go for a run around the incomparable peninsula of Durham.

“Grey towers of Durham
Yet well I love thy mixed and massive piles
Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst the Scot
And long to roam these venerable aisles
With records stored of deeds long since forgot”.

Thirty-third Week in Ordinary Time and Remembrance Sunday

SUNDAY 13th November – Remembrance Sunday, Thirty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time

We go to the Cenotaph ceremony in Gainsborough.

They shall not grow old …

MONDAY 14th November

I am criticised for criticising the Liberal Euro establishment. We drive down from Lincs after canvassing for Sleaford by-election.

Entrance antiphon
“The Lord said: I think thoughts of peace and not of affliction”.

TUESDAY 15th November – St Albert the Great

I go to the International Trade Committee. Various experts telling us that the ‘gravity theory’ makes it all very difficult. I’m not sure. The theory itself is controversial. I got into health questions and dare to question whether the NHS can be funded properly and whether charging might have to be considered. That’s as dangerous as questioning the modern religion.

Today is the feast of the great force for renewal, St Albert, at the time of the re-discovery of Aristotle.

Psalm 15
“Lord, who shall dwell on your holy mountain? He who walks without fault”.

WEDNESDAY 16th November – St Margaret of Scotland

We have Peter Levene at the Procedure Committee. He tells an amusing story about financing the MoD. He was told he could not impose penalty clauses on suppliers because the MoD would get more money and it would upset the accounts.

I chair a Westminster Hall debate on English wine. A jolly occasion and in the evening serve champagne to celebrate Brexit and Brexit plus plus.

“There was a rainbow encircling the throne and this looked like and emerald”
Apocalypse 4:1-11.

THURSDAY 17th November – St Elizabeth of Hungary

We go to see Aunty Betty at Guildford Hospital, she is 92 and has had a stroke. It is curiously peaceful sitting with her for two hours. The most useful thing I have done all week.
In the evening we have Catherine’s show at the Marlborough.

“Is there anyone worth to break the seals?”
Apocalypse 5:1-10.

FRIDAY 18th November

I open phase II of Bishop Burton College Riseholme and announce the Minister will call in Lincoln University’s plan to build 2000 homes and deny the college a home farm.

Psalm 119
“I rejoice in following your statutes as one rejoices in great riches”.

SATURDAY 19th November

I read a Psalm in our village church, Psalm 144: “Blessed be the Lord, my rock”.

In the afternoon I go for a long walk with Monty along the edge of the Wolds from Tealby, then on to Walesby and finally to Nettleton and then back to the Caistor High Road. Monti breaks his lead on the far side of the main road and I wait for an hour in a cold, twilight field. Eventually I give up and he makes his own way back in the pitch dark. Their homing instinct is annoying, combined with a powerful sense of smell. He can make his way across a busy tarmac road and miles down a country road.

Thirty-second Week in Ordinary Time and the feast of St Leo the Great

SUNDAY 6th November – Thirty-second Sunday in Ordinary Time

I go to an Evangelical service in Polzeath Methodist Chapel. The quality of the sermon is very good, much more profound than what we get in our church. It is an exegesis on the meaning of the three shelters. I have always heard them translated as tents put up for the transfiguration. Apparently there were shelters in the Temple. Everyone was very friendly and gave me coffee.

MONDAY 7th November

I swim in the still not too cold Atlantic and walk half way to Pentire Point.

In the afternoon, walking through the sun, rain and wind, we let the dog off the lead in Daymer Bay. He can run from one end to the other of this vast beach in seconds.

TUESDAY 8th November

The sea is calm so I can have one of my best swims ever.

We walk around Pentire Point. I am tired but the light is extraordinary.

I wake at 5am and turn on the television to see the amazing has happened, he is likely to win. I got back to sleep and come back to the television at 7.30am to see Trump’s victory speech. What an extraordinary day. As he would say, Brexit plus plus.

Where now the Liberal establishment?

WEDNESDAY 9th November

We drive to St Agnes. After the Poldark series I am fascinated by the ruins of old mines. It is difficult to find the iconic mining house above the sea but eventually I find it, bleak and forbidding.

We go to evensong at Truro Cathedral. We sit in the choir. The singing is arresting and beautiful. We go to Charlestown, a small harbour with square rigged ship, and end the day at Trebarwith in the Port William pub facing an early November sunset.

In the gloom I walk Monti towards Tintagel, the lights of the pub far below me, waves and wind crashing on the shore.

THURSDAY 10th November – St Leo the Great

We drive to Lincolnshire. While at Downside I am inspired to write more on St Benedict.

I have a pocket copy of the Rule. I am interested in the impact of it on my life.

I lie in bed at night wondering why God, if there is a God, given that there are thousands of billions of planets in the universe, would want to manifest himself on Earth 2000 years ago. We will never know, but we can only hope.

FRIDAY 11th November

A busy day meeting constituents, including a meeting on getting the new hotel going in Gainsborough and meeting with the County Council. They have killed off the Mayor idea for the second time.

In the morning I read Psalm 93 in our village church and go to the 11.11 ceremony in the market place at Gainsborough.

SATURDAY 12th November

I read Psalm 100 in our village church. Otherwise it is a day of reading and walking Monti. We watch Mandela’s ‘Long Walk to Freedom’ in the evening. I cannot stop myself crying at the bit where in a television interview he appeals for peace.

Thirty-first Week in Ordinary Time and All Saints’ Day

SUNDAY 30th October – Thirty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time

We drive back from Lincs for lunch with the family and Mass in the Cathedral.

“In your sight, Lord, the whole world is like a grain of dust that tips the scales”.

MONDAY 31st October

I ask a question of the Home Secretary, calling for a Select Committee enquiry into Orgreave that creates a few waves.

The Gospel today is difficult: do we ever do it …
“… Now when you have a party, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind …”
Luke 14:12-14.

TUESDAY 1st November – All Saints’ Day

I am not sure if the Whips will slip me so I go to the 1pm Mass but business ends so I cannot resist going to the magnificent Mass at 5.30 with the Cardinal. His sermon, of course, is on death; not forgetting it, not dreading it but seeing it as a passport to a different life. We all wish we could be surer, but meantime it is best just to assume.

WEDNESDAY 2nd November

Lovely Latin Mass in the Holy Souls Chapel in the Cathedral. We miss so much with the Mass not being in Latin in a beautiful chapel with the priest facing the altar.

THURSDAY 3rd November

The High Court insists on Parliament having a say on Brexit’s Article 50. I stand up and agree. The only thing to fear with Brexit is fear itself. It will be a brave MP who votes against. The evening Mass marks the 60th anniversary of Cardinal Cormac’s ordination.

FRIDAY 4th November
I travel to Downside.

In the evening I pick up a booklet Father Leo has written for the children – a conversation with St Benedict. It brings alive, for me, his life more than Theodore Maynard’s scholarly thesis which I am attempting to slowly read.

As always, Downside sulks in slowly. Midday prayer passes over to no effect, there is even a slight sense of depression, then a walk through magnificent autumn woods and in the darkened Abbey, lighting a candle, a sudden momentary shift into belief.

Father Leo, citing Benedict, cites pride as the deadliest danger because it leads to self-absorption and he cites the 12 steps up the ladder of humility as a guide.

Today Stephen Phillips resigns. I think you should tight on, not resign.

SATURDAY 5th November

I am at Downside. This is a good place to think. We have our oblates meeting. Father Alexander goes through the Rule of St Benedict. Like all these ancient texts, it deserves patience to dig down beyond the antiquated language. In Chapter 7, Benedict tells us “without doubt, this descent and ascent can signify only that we descend by exultation and ascend by humility.” As I read this I remember a conversation I had with George Osborne – “you are in charge now” he told me. If only. If like me you have no power it is easy enough to be humble.

Thirtieth Week in Ordinary Time

SUNDAY 23rd October – Thirtieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Bishop Patrick of Nottingham pays a visit to our little parish and gives a first-class sermon. It is on, of course, the Pharisee in all of us, found in the Gospel.

“I thank you, God, that I am not grasping, unjust, adulterous like the rest of mankind”
Luke 18:11-12

Do we not all compare ourselves to others?

MONDAY 24th October

I ask a question of Theresa May, whether she would support a free trade deal with the EU which is wholly in their interests. She simply says “I agree”. It is widely repeated the next day and a No. 10 spokesperson has to clarify her remarks; either she was not listening properly or was just agreeing a free trade deal was in their interests. Later I chair Westminster Hall.

I am pondering on CS Lewis’ book ‘Miracles’ – he is a superb polemicist and he uses semantics to establish a strong case, but I was wondering how God, if he listens, can bear the patience of all these prayers. How many billion people are there on the planet, say 7? A lot of them won’t believe or won’t pray, but say half a billion do every day, even for a short time. It is, of course, ridiculous that God could have the patience or time to listen even if he is completely different to us. But then I go on in-between sleeping and dozing to say most of the Rosary. It is so deeply calming.

Perhaps today’s Gospel from Luke 13:13-14 is about prayer?
“And at once she straightened up and glorified God”.

TUESDAY 25th October

I speak at the Middle East Forum on the Russian view of the Middle East. We at least must start to understand their attitude. In the afternoon, I go to the AGM of the Holy See Group. I decide to put my name in for the International Trade Select Committee.

Luke 13:18-21
“Is the Kingdom of God then like a mustard seed? Is it so tiny yet its potential so large?”

WEDNESDAY 26th October

A red letter day. To my surprise I am elected onto the International Trade Select Committee.

In the morning I am briefed on Russia by the Head of the Eastern Europe Desk at the FCO. Business will go on as usual.

As always in our Wednesday Mass, the chant at the end is the best bit.

What is Luke’s “Narrow door”, 13:22-30, where is it? How do we find it? What does it look like?

THURSDAY 27th October – St Chad

Psalm 105
“constantly seek his face”

Where do we see his face? It is easier in the autumn countryside or on a boat at sea. Sometimes you can start the day in heavy fog, everything obscured, even the other side of the harbour, then the sun burns through, the breeze gets up and the boat surges forward.

FRIDAY 28th October

A long walk in the dusk with Monti and Theo via Kirmond le Mire. On these autumn evenings, as one descends into the villages, the greens merge into a soft brilliance.

Saturday 29th October

I walk to the village church and read Psalm 9
“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty”.

A surgery in Market Rasen and another long walk in autumn golds.

Twenty-ninth Week in Ordinary Time and the feasts of St Luke & St John Paul II

SUNDAY 16th October – Twenty-ninth Sunday in Ordinary Time

In the evening we are back at dinner with Patriarch Kirill.

I always think on today’s Gospel:
“I must give this widow her just rights or she will persist in coming and worry me to death”
Luke 18:1-8.

MONDAY 17th October – St Ignatius of Antioch

I often think on this parable too:
“‘I’ll say to myself, ‘You have plenty of grain laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.’ But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’’
Luke 12:13-21.

I got my royalties cheque this week for ‘Monastery of the Mind’. A grand total of £303.74, 637 copies for 3 years of sales. £100 a year would be a modest amount to live on. I was talking to Nadine Dorries today, she has done rather better with her novels. I wish I had the imagination to write them!

TUESDAY 18th October – St Luke

I asked Boris Johnson in FCO Questions to welcome Patriarch Kirill – and the fortitude of the Russian Church under Soviet oppression. I didn’t get a very forthcoming reply. We have our last session of the Higher Education Bill.

In today’s Gospel, Luke 10:
“The harvest is rich but the labourers are few”.

Kirill told me that his services are bursting.

WEDNESDAY 19th October

I have my little prayer meeting with Peter at the Brompton Oratory. We discuss the need for prayer.

“When a man has had a great deal given him, a great deal will be demanded of him”
Luke 12:48-49

What does this mean for us?

THURSDAY 20th October

We take Mary out for her birthday. A nice day.

I was looking at a TV programme. Apparently they now think that at the centre of every galaxy is a black hole and it affects the way the whole of the galaxy behaves. Its relation in size to the galaxy is the same as a grape to the Earth. I have always wondered how something as small as Jesus could affect the whole universe but we now know something the size of a grape can affect something the size of a planet. In that sense, we are all interconnected. The whole universe if finely balanced. We all come from the same source and return to it.

I hear today that Lincolnshire County Council has voted down devolution to a Mayor. Victory!

FRIDAY 21st October

I meet with the Head of the Hospital Trust. I will help with the campaign to get a medical school in Lincoln; something positive to do.

Ephesians 4:1-6
“I, the prisoner in the Lord, implore you to lead a life worthy of your vocation”.

SATURDAY 22nd October – St John Paul II

We go to the installation of the new Dean of Lincoln Cathedral. The first woman. The service is dignified, beautiful even; the legality’s interesting but I would have liked a bit more spiritual power.

Ephesians 4:8-9
“When he ascended on high, he took many captives and gave gifts to his people”.

Twenty-eighth Week in Ordinary Time and the feast of St Edward the Confessor

SUNDAY 9th October – Twenty-eighth Sunday in Ordinary Time

A fresh, bright day with lots of autumn sun and the wind from the North East.
We sail all the way from the river to outside of Portsmouth in a few hours.
We drive home through Surrey to see my sister.

A good day.

MONDAY 10th October – St Paulinus

I meet with the Chief Whip to give him my views on a full decant of Parliament from the Palace of Westminster. I am against. Get on with the work now.

“The only sign it will be given is the sign of Jonah”
How strange that we are still talking about Nineveh, Mosul.

TUESDAY 11th October

I fly to Vienna at the invitation of the Catholic Bishops Conference to address 20 Austrian MPs on why a Catholic voted for Brexit. Lovely people from all parties. Of course they are questioning, but at least 2 say that if they were British they would vote for Brexit.

WESNESDAY 12th October

I go to 8am Mass in St Stephen’s Cathedral, a good attendance and an experience in front of a marvellous icon. Afterwards we climb on to the roof, destroyed by fire in April 1945, and peer over the gargoyles at the street below.

Vienna – a marvellous place of grand nineteenth century buildings, designed for an Empire. A happy place, not too big and unfriendly.

THURSDAY 13th October – St Edward the Confessor

Back to reality.

I spend all day chairing the Higher Education Standing Committee.
I ask a question in Business Questions about the decant of Parliament. Let’s have all the options available. In the evening, before driving up to Lincs I go to Mass.

Why was Edward the Confessor so holy? What did he do, apart from die at the wrong time in 1066 and let in William the Conqueror? But without him we could not have Westminster Abbey.

“Alas for you who build the tombs of the prophets; the men your ancestors kicked”
Luke 11:47-48

What does this mean?

FRIDAY 14th October

I open a skate park, hold a surgery and support the people of Riseholme in their battle to preserve the Agriculture College and its home farm.

But for me, the outstanding moment of the day is visiting an elderly man of 91 who, with great courage, is looking after his wife; shopping, cleaning and cooking, what a hero and an inspiration.

SATURDAY 15th October

We have dinner with His Holiness Patriarch Kirill of Moscow and all Russia. I talk to him and his English is perfect. His church is growing fast: 25,000 new churches.

Soviet persecution has failed and Christianity is bouncing back.

Twenty-seventh Week in Ordinary Time and the feast of St Francis of Assisi

SUNDAY 2nd October – Twenty-seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time

We spent the afternoon in Durham; it’s always a delight to sit on Palace Green having a tea with the Castle on one side and the Cathedral on the other, then to walk down the hill to the river.

MONDAY 3rd October

I went to the Party Conference to speak at a Conservative fringe event –
Is Global Warming the New Religion?

I’m not sure it is, although some approach the topic with religious fervour.

TUESDAY 4th October – St Francis of Assisi

Francis writes thus:
“Men lose all the material things they leave behind them in this world, but they carry with them the reward of their charity and the alms they give”

Easy enough to say, difficult for most of us to act upon. That doesn’t deny its truth.

WEDNESDAY 5th October

There are long meetings this week but time to take refuge in Mass and listen to the readings.

At Downside I picked up a little paper about Lectio Divina.
Of course I have tried it many times but how often do I practice it? How often can I remember the Gospel even a few hours after?

Today we are first asked to meditate on the Lord’s Prayer.
Can we visualise it, ask again what it says, what it means for us?

THURSDAY 6th October – St Bruno

How do the Carthusians cope with solitude? I imagine very easily.
Reading, meditating, gardening. Attending the Divine Office.
Silence is the missing ingredient to do so much.

FRIDAY 7th October – Our Lady of the Rosary

I usually only say the Rosary in the middle of the night when I wake, but it is strangely soothing.
I seem to remember when I fell asleep the night before and I take it up from then.

More long meetings today, as all week in airless rooms.

The reading today is a difficult one from Luke 11:15-26
“… so to with Satan; if he is divided against himself, how can his kingdom stand”

SATURDAY 8th October

I take Mary sailing. For once, everything goes right: the engine works, the wind is from the East. We sail to Buckler’s Hard in the Beaulieu River. I never thought we would get there when we started but we make it and have a pleasant, well-earned supper in the pub. It is magical to sail up a twilight river and to arrive in harbour near dark and, at last, relax.

Twenty-sixth Week in Ordinary Time and the feast of St Thérèse of Lisieux

SUNDAY 25th September – Twenty-sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

All that you have done to us, o Lord, you have done with true judgement.

32nd Wedding anniversary. As our treat we go to the Civic Service in Gainsborough. The sermon, a good one, is on the theme of them and us. We should treat everybody as us. Good in theory but practical? Can we accommodate a million Syrians here really?

MONDAY 26th September

Mass in the Cathedral. The reading is on Job. Sometimes this summer I have felt like Job, but I remember a phrase of Winston Graham’s: a cameraman is standing in the pouring rain, waiting patiently. ‘Why do you look so cheerful?’ he is asked. ‘I’m alive, I’m well and I’m working’. What more do I want? One should remember that more often.

We drive down to Cornwall and the car stops and won’t start in the fast lane of the M4. Otherwise, uneventful.

Always a delight to arrive at Polzeath in the dark and walk out to the sea.

TUESDAY 27th September

I am reading here – ‘The Fishermen of Port Isaac’ by Geoff Provis.

In the nineteenth century all the pilchards, now gone, were sold to Italy for Lenten fast.
He quotes verse:
“Here’s a letter to the Pope, and may he repent
And lengthen by six months the term of his Lent,
It’s always declared betwixt the two poles
There’s nothing like pilchards for saving of souls”.

Now Port Isaac is just a lovely tourist venue, but still there are echoes of an age when a hundred men earned their living there.
Apparently up to 1830 Cornwall had 44 MPs (to Scotland’s 60) so a bounty for pilchards was extracted from a distant Government, with MPs comes bounties!

Mary is ill so I walk alone around Pentire Point.

WEDNESDAY 28th September

We walk past Daymer Bay to the ferry and have an anniversary dinner in Padstow. The church is locked but I wander around the gardens of Prideaux Place, wandering from the colonel’s walk a
magnificent of the Camel estuary. We have our anniversary dinner and walk back along the beach.

THURSDAY 29th September

We do a very tiring hour walk to Port Quin, a sad place. According to legend all the men died in a fishing accident and the women wandered away in grief. We walk down in Lundy Bay, the high tide waves crashing, the sea silvering in the twilight and exhausted from fresh air, supper in a cosy cottage.

FRIDAY 30th September

We drive to Downside. I start reading St Therese of Lisieux. It is her feast day tomorrow. As always at Downside, after compline, I sit alone in the great dark Abbey church.

SATURDAY 1st October – Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face

I have always found her autobiography of a soul a bit cheesy but in today’s reading, a passage grabs me and moves my soul. Perhaps it is the effect of the beautiful Saturday morning Latin Mass in the Abbey.

“In the first section, 12th and 13th chapters of the 1st epistle to the Corinthians caught my attention and in the first section I read that not everyone can be an apostle, prophet or teacher. That the Church is composed of a variety of members …
I found this an encouraging theme
Set your desires on the greater gifts. And I will show you the way which surpasses all others.
For the apostle insists that the greater gifts are nothing at all without love
… I recognised myself in none of the members which St Paul described
… love appeared to me to be like hunger for my vocation.
I knew that the church had a heart and that such a heart appeared to be aflame with love
… and I realised that love sets off the bounds of all vocations
… at last I have found my calling: my call is love”

This struck me most forcibly.

Therese wanted to be a martyr or a missionary. She did not have the strength.

She had to settle for something less but in the end it was much more, just love, and now Therese is a doctor of the Church.

Of course, love in the cloister is challenging. No doubt the other nuns are irritating sometime, but at least they are trying for the same thing. How much greater is the challenge in the wider world?

But it shows we should not be frustrated that in our way of life we cannot achieve distinction. At the end there is always love left – even for the poorest, oldest, most ill and least successful”.

Twenty-fifth Week in Ordinary Time & the feast of St Matthew

SUNDAY 18th September – Twenty-fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time

A glorious day and we have lunch in the garden, like the old times with the children after Mass.

Psalm 113
“High above all nations is the Lord, above the heavens his glory”.

MONDAY 19th September – St Theodore of Tausus

St Theodore, an interesting man. Appointed at the age of 65 to the Archbishopric of Canterbury, having not even been a priest previously.

We fly to Italy. We meet the Vice President of the Chamber, S. Mailo of the 5 Star Movement, who might become the next Prime Minister if, as is possible, they take power, and have dinner at the Villa Wolkonsky with our Ambassador who is only in her forties.

TUESDAY 20th September

There is a church very close to the square facing the parliament where we are staying. I got a brief bit of the Mass and follow it on Universalis before a full day of meetings. We have good access to the Chairmen of both the European and Foreign Affairs Committees in both Parliaments. The only subject is Brexit. Alberto Costa and I deserve a medal for repeating I don’t know how many times how much we value Italians living in the UK, which of course is true.

There is time to go to Mass at the church behind our hotel. The sermon for a little midweek Mass in incredibly long. There is nothing more frustrating than a sermon delivered in a passionate and interesting way when you cannot understand what is being said. After a bit I take refuge in a street concert and just come back for communion.

21 Proverbs:
“In the Lord’s hand the king’s heart is a stream of water that he channels toward all who please him”.

WEDNESDAY 21st September – St Matthew

It is nice to read the Gospel first and then listen to St Matthew in Italian and listen to the familiar words in Italian during the Mass and repeat them in Latin.

Matthew 9:
“As Jesus was walking he saw a man named Matthew sitting by the custom house and said to him ‘follow me’ and he got up and followed him”.

More meetings, this time in the Senate. I love Maccari’s painting of Cicero addressing the Senate.

THURSDAY 22nd September

We have to fly back fairly early but by chance in a busy walk I stumble across the baroque façade of St Ignazio’s church. What an extraordinary feast to the eyes and one can photograph the ceiling through an upturned mirror. It seems almost to come alive in 3D.

Ecclesiastes 1:12
“Vanity of vanities, the preacher says. Vanity of vanities, All is vanity! For all his bit, his bit under the sun, what does man gain by it”.

FRIDAY 23rd September – St Pius of Pietrelcina

A sunny swim and then a drive up to Lincolnshire for a surgery and an evening event with a talk by a Prison teacher. There is, it seems, much humour thankfully even in prison.

I am reading John Hooper on ‘The Italians’. He is dismissive of Padre Pio’s stigmata. I am not sure, why should anyone deliberately wound themselves?

SATURDAY 24th September – Our Lady of Walsingham

We are not there, but at Mass in the estate church at Stainton with sweeping views over the Wolds. I worry over the reading about Lazarus. The man is just so selfish. Is it we?

Twenty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

SUNDAY 11th September – Twenty-fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

We climb the Rock to say hello to a family of monkeys, including a baby, and go into the caves and we fly back. I get to the 7pm Mass in Westminster Cathedral.

Look upon us o God, creator and maker of all things.

MONDAY 12th September – The Most Holy name of Mary

I ask a question in the chamber.

“Give peace, o Lord, to those who wait for you”.

TUESDAY 13th September

The hottest September day since 1911 and I spend the morning chairing the Higher Education committee and asking about Hinckley Power Station.

WEDNESDAY 14th September – The Exultation of the Holy Cross

The Cathedral has a relic and we bless it. Where, I wonder, does it come from?

THURSDAY 15th September – Our Lady of Sorrows

A long, hot chairing of the Higher Education committee. I send an email to all colleagues arguing against the complete decant of the House of Commons for six years – a typical Rolls Royce solution, over engineered. Why can we not make do and mend?

“Simeon said to Mary: Behold, this child is destined for the ruin and rising of many in Israel and to be a sign of contradiction and your own soul a sword will pierce”.

FRIDAY 16th September

A rare delight – the children come up to Lincolnshire. We take Monti for a long walk and four times let him off the lead, four times he runs away chasing pheasants and rabbits. But for Theo sprinting we would never catch him.

“If there is no resurrection of the dead, Christ himself cannot have been raised, and if Christ has not been raised then our preaching is useless”.
1 Corinthians 15:13-15

SATURDAY 17th September

Monti is now on a long rope, a more peaceful walk.

Look upon us o God, creator and maker of all things, that we may feel the working of your mercy.

Twenty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time & birthday of the Blessed Virgin Mary

SUNDAY 4th September – Twenty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time

I go to the school mass, always a sad moment but the past has gone. An inspiring sermon on St. Theresa of Calcutta whom the Pope makes a saint today.

MONDAY 5th September

Parliament resumes and I take part in two statements on Yemen, abuse of humanitarian law and Brexit.

Psalm 5
“Lead me Lord in your justice”.

TUESDAY 6th September

Psalm 149
“The Lord takes delight in his people”.

I chair the Higher Education Bill legislature sitting.

WEDNESDAY 7th September

I meet Peter for our little prayer group and Theodore for lunch. In the afternoon of glorious weather I pay a little visit to the Chelsea Physic Garden. If you are depressed about something it is good to take delight in the plants.

Entrance antiphon:
You are just o Lord and your judgement is right, treat your servant in accord with your merciful love.

THURSDAY 8th September – The Birthday of the Blessed Virgin Mary

We fly to Gibraltar for the National Day Celebrations.
The sight of the Rock revives my spirits, as it always foes as one lands.

Luke 6
“There is no sound tree that produces rotten fruit”.

FRIDAY 9th September

A series of briefings with the Military Commander, the Chief Minister and the Governor and in the evening a Mass at the shrine of Our Lady of Europe in the open air, the breeze coming off the Atlantic and less than fifteen miles away the Pillars of Hercules and the mountains of Africa.

Psalm 84
“How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord God of Hosts”.

SATURDAY 10th September

We gather with a few thousand others for the National Day celebrations in the evening. I say a few words in support of British Gibraltar.

Twenty-second Sunday in Ordinary Time & the feast of St Gregory the Great

SUNDAY 28th August – Twenty-second Sunday in Ordinary Time

The motorway is now on our right as we complete the 242km bike ride from Migennes to Dijon. I get as far as Veuvey-sur-Ouche then Mary does the next stage and I cycle through the suburbs in Dijon.

It’s a relief now to put the bike into the back of the car and drive to Mary’s sister.

MONDAY 29th August

We picnic at La Cry.

I take the chair lift to the top of the mountain. Mont Blanc raising its noble head above the clouds. I am grateful for the bus so I don’t have to walk back to Combloux before the village church closes at 7 and I get kicked out. I sit there for an hour, lighting a candle and going through the office of readings. In front of me is the ornate baroque reredos in this otherwise simple little church. Behind me the evening sun shines yellow and bright through the west windows.

TUESDAY 30th August

We took the children to the Plan d’Eau in Combloux – the great tableau of the Mont Blanc peaks in front of us.

WEDNESDAY 31st August

We took the cable car up to 1200m. As part of a free cable car deal our friends gave us a yoga class. It was most enjoyable, even if the mechanical digger mending the restaurant didn’t quite add to the air of peace.

THURSDAY 1st September

Robin and I walked up to 3000m – two and a half hours up and down. Exhausted but an extraordinary sight of Mont Blanc in the far distance from the top.

FRIDAY 2nd September

We drove all the way back to Calais but a nice hour at the Nyon pool by Lake Geneva, again Mont Blanc shimmering over the lake in the distance. After stopping we take the crowded 11.30 boat and arrive back at 2.30.

SATURDAY 3rd September – St Gregory the Great

I go early to Downside for oblates.
After compline I am alone in the dark Abbey Church and light a candle in front of the wooden cross of Christ and think all we can hope for is that our children are happy and all we can hope for ourselves is that we are happy in this moment, with what we have now, not what we want or don’t have but what we have now.

Twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time

bartholoSUNDAY 21st August – Twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time

I was supposed to be sailing today and yesterday. With gales of up to 60mph battering the Isle of Wight it is lucky we did not go out yesterday. The entrance antiphon: turn your ear o Lord and answer me, save the servant who trusts in you, my God. O Lord, I cry to you all the day long.

MONDAY 22nd August – The Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary

I go down to Gosport. Have the courage to take the boat out on my own but everything works! Then a night on my own on the boat, cooking at sunset, listening to the sea birds and making myself a little supper of bread, eggs and bacon washed down with a beer and a glass of wine.

TUESDAY 23rd August

I wake up. It is a very low tide, the boat resting on the bottom. I go down gingerly and have difficulty getting back up again!

WEDNESDAY 24th August – St Bartholomew

Another hot day. London is stifling. We drive to Calais through appalling traffic and miss our boat. A good thing because we stay at Hotel des Dunes and I go for a swim and watch the sunset.

THURSDAY 25th August

We drive, though at times the heat is 37 degrees Celsius. We drove to Saint-Florentin on the Canal de Bourgogne.

FRIDAY 26th August

We go for a cycle, the canal on the left, green and barely used, shady with trees and flat. We start at Migennes and after a couple of hours I meet Mary at Saint-Florentin. I swim in the stream. I go to the Abbaye de Pontigny and find out after mass that St Edmund of Canterbury is buried there. A priest guided us around but I leave the others free to walk on and I pray before the tomb of Edmund, also exiled after having fallen out with the King. Perhaps he would be a good guardian angel, I can’t believe many pray to him each day. I drive through Chablis. Mary arrives exhausted and I cycle on. We drive to Buffon on the canal and stay the night there.

SATURDAY 27th August

I start cycling at Buffon. Little shade and very hot. Through Montbard past the Abbaye de Fontenay. One dead abbey a week is enough for me. The Abbaye de Flavigny is close and very much alive but nothing will be happening early afternoon. I find a cold shower but Mary carried on and I pick her up at Saint Thibault. Then I do the last bit to Pouilly-en-Auxois. We stay in an incredibly quiet little town. These Burgundy towns look absolutely dead in the heat but by chance we find a lovely mass, arriving just after the sermon. The priest is young; the ancient church full.

Psalm 118
“This is the stone which was rejected by you builders, but which has become the cornerstone”.

The Assumption & Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time

virginSUNDAY 14th August – Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time

After mass I go to Benediction at 5pm and stay for two hours. Father Robert is doing an exposition of the Blessed Sacrament all night.

I am strangely happy during the meditation. Mindfulness is fine as it goes. The breathing and concentrating on it focuses the mind on the present, but if the Rosary is added to it, it is much more powerful.

MONDAY 15th August – The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary

I wake at 4am, get up and drive to church. There is a slim sliver of light to east at the top of the Wolds over to the North Sea. Mass is at 5.30am. Contemplation then back to bed. I read the Dalai Lama and try to counter any anger and hatred with compassion and patience.

Sometimes I climb the hill behind our cottage and watch the ships making their gentle and steady way up the Humber 15 miles away. What a soothing sight to bring this slow progress into focus.

TUESDAY 16th August – St Stephen

A day in Lincolnshire reading, writing and walking.

WEDNESDAY 17th August

Another quiet day.

THURSDAY 18th August

Events and worries crowd in. I am reading the mindfulness book: one must not worry about the past, it is done, or fear for the future; all that is real is here and now. I go to mass. There was no point in moping in the garden so I went for a swim in Otby Lake which is always delightful and calming.

Then with the energy left I drove to Mablethorpe Sands to watch the sunset. For once there the sea was rough, I could barely stand. I love this vast beach, it is so empty. Driving back I stop on our lane in the Beech woods and listen to the Proms. Wagner. A peaceful scene of a rustling stream in the twilight. All events, problems, are put unto the perspective of the moment.

Psalm 51
“A pure heart create for me, O God, put a steadfast spirit within me.”

FRIDAY 19th August

Another glorious day of sunshine. I go back to Otby Lake. Here at the end of the reservoir one can see looking west the vast plain of North Lincolnshire. There is a little twinkling stream. It is enough to sit here after a swim for a whole hour and forget troubles.

SATURDAY 20th August

We drive back to London after going to a summer barbecue. There are huge storms in the south.

Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

06_transSUNDAY 31st July – Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

I walk alone along the coast to an utterly deserted sandy beach with view of Eigg and Rum in all their splendour, the sky a Mediterranean blue. I try and paddle round but walk back happily. By the evening the whole family is here. I swim and paint, for the first time in months, and we walk.

We walk to the village and then up forest paths and take the road back for a late lunch. I would go to church but don’t have the energy to go to Mallaig, although the first time I came to these islands fifty years ago was to assist a priest in saying Mass on the Isle of Eigg. In the evening I cook spaghetti Bolognese.

TUESDAY 2nd August

A long walk to Inverguseran through a vast empty sun spread glen. I am grateful for a picnic there and a land rover ride back. I am reading D. K. Broster’s The Flight of the Heron and A History of Knoydart to get me in the mood.

WEDNESDAY 3rd August

I swim in the Loch – cold – and go for a canoe trip. There is a white Madonna at the entrance to Loch Nevis. We drive to the cemetery to look at Donald Craigmyle’s grave with its inscription – not a bad one to put on one’s gravestone: Like the deer that yearns for the running stream, so my soul yearns for you my God. Then we walk back past a former Church of Scotland now sadly a private house, although a very nice one. In the evening we drive for fish and chips.

THURSDAY 4th August

I walk alone up the path to Inverguseran then turn right, walking through great woods and an empty valley – a scene from the long trek in The Lord of the Rings – then along the side of a stream to a waterfall. I clamber down, take of my clothes and rest next to this waterfall – a scene out of some primordial paradise. The whole journey, stopping and starting, takes over five hours. Mary comes to find me in the Land Rover. Only one group of people met in that entire time. Come back wondrously tired.

FRIDAY 5th August

Sadly it is time to leave. I sit in the drawing room reading D. K. Broster on the ’45 rebellion and look through the Georgian sash windows across the sea loch to the utterly hills, stretching away into a far unseeable distance. They have an old gramophone and I put on Bach. These old gramophones are so nice and peaceful. One looks at a pretty sleeve, takes out the record and plays it and it’s not too long.

We take the ferry back to Mallaig and end up in a hotel right in the middle of Glasgow opposite the Mackintosh School of Art.

SATURDAY 6th August – Transfiguration of the Lord

I find the Jesuit church and go to mass, then sit there for another half an hour – it is a lovely baroque place. I have always found this feast day difficult but the priest describes it well. We are catching a glimpse of what we might be like after death. What Christ might really look like in all his glory.

Two people recognise me in the city. Strange, no one does in London.

We drive peacefully up to Aberfoyle and go for a walk around Loch Ard. The house is on a bank looking directly up the Loch.

Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time & Mary Magdalene

SUNDAY 17th July – Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time

I go to the 150th Anniversary Mass of the Catholic Church in Gainsborough. A lovely occasion. They have done a history of the parish. Such quiet dedication over so many years: often with a very small parish.

Ps 15
“The just will live in the presence of the Lord”.

MONDAY 18th July

We go to a magnificent funeral Mass for Anthea Craigmyle.

Later I have a DCLG question in the House. I manage to get opposition to the Mayor of Lincolnshire into it and I speak French in the Chamber following Nice: “Nous sommes avec vous maintenant et pour toujours”. The new Home Secretary does not reply in kind.

Show favour O Lord to your servants and increase the gifts of your grace.

TUESDAY 19th July

It is the hottest day of the year. A broiling 30’C. I cool off in the lido and at the Chelsea Physic Garden.
The Cathedral in the evening is a tiny bit cooler. The difficult Gospel from Matthew 12:46
“Jesus replied: who is my Mother, who are my brothers?”

I am left alone in the Downing Street garden with Theresa May as everyone else goes off to vote on the Higher Education Bill. She likes serious discussion and is not really interested in pleasantries. I like her.


My birthday. By chance I have a PMQ for the first time in years. I start by saying I agree with the PM and everyone laughs. She congratulates me on my birthday. A good day with all the family on the terrace for supper. Our last Mass in the crypt before Recess. From Jeremiah:
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”.

THURSDAY 21st July

A quiet day. Our last day of the Commons before the Summer Recess. Momentous times. Great Britain leaving the EU after 43 years.

A little adjournment debate on the through train to Market Rasen.

Another difficult reading from Matthew 25:29
“Anyone who has will be given more. He will have more than enough”.
So we have to keep trying harder.

I read Cranmer’s life in the library and joke to John McDonnell that I am trying to keep up with modern politics by reading the life of Cranmer.

FRIDAY 22nd July – St Mary Magdalene

I take the train to Lincolnshire – much delayed and walk home over the Wolds.

“The Lord said to Mary Magdalene: go to my brothers and tell them: I am going to my Father and to your Father, to my God and your God.”

Theodore is put safely on the bus to his first OMV pilgrimage to Lourdes.

SATURDAY 23rd July – St Bridget of Sweden

I do a surgery and walk to Kirmond le Mire with Monty.

I read a psalm in our church: Psalm 89 King James Version
“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations”.

I am reading but by bit and slowly; the Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama. It seems that we ought to try to be happy; to be content with one’s lot.

Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time & St Benedict’s day

SUNDAY 10th July – Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time

We go to Mass in Market Rasen.

We hear the passage from Luke 10:25-37 on the Good Samaritan. A new insight, the priest that passed by on the other side may have been banned by his priestly profession from handling blood. Just goes to show how fatuous rules are.

MONDAY 11th July – St Benedict

It is set to be a quiet day.

I speak to Our Lady of Victories’ school in Committee Room 10 but as I go to the tearoom I am told Andrea Leadsom is standing down. I walk over to her HQ to try and stop her but it is too late. There are masses of press and TV outside the house. It is all shades of previous leadership campaigners: IDS, John Redwood etc. Sad that the members are to be given no choice.
Earlier at Mass I am pleased to see it is St Benedict’s feast day. It gives me new inspiration for my book.

It is strange to hear a potted revision of his life at Mass when you already know so much about it. At a difficult time in politics it has been a help picking up an excellent guide to the Rule, simply and well explained.

TUESDAY 12th July

We go to the Russian Embassy for lunch. This is a quieter occasion than last time. They seem perplexed by the Brexit vote and without a clear line on where to take it from here.

Ps 119
“Train me Lord to observe your law”

WEDNESDAY 13th July – St Henry

It is David Cameron’s last PMQs. I have a Welsh question which is not reached. Later I speak in the Iraq debate. I can think of nothing better to do than repeat my speech of 2002 and its warnings even down to possible rifts between Sunni and Shia.

Today’s reading from Isiah:
“The Lord of Hosts says this:
Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger, the club brandished by me in my fury! I sent him against a godless nation; I gave him commission against a people that provokes me”.

In the evening Theresa May starts to appoint her Government. Some immediate good choices: Liam Fox, David Davis and Boris Johnson.

THURSDAY 14th July

We were supposed to have a summer lunch with Chancellor George Osborne. Now it is ex-Chancellor George Osborne. I don’t wait for ministerial appointment. I take the train to Lincolnshire and walk over the Wolds home via the Ramblers Church.

In the evening I go to a lovely service of induction for the new Vicar of Middle Rasen. I had not realised the Church of England service was so formal.

Isiah 26:7-9
“The path of the upright man is straight
You smooth the way of the upright
Following the path of your judgements”.

FRIDAY 15th July – St Bonaventure

A surgery in Market Rasen.

The Psalm for today, The Canticle of Hezekiah:
“You have held back my life O Lord, from the pit of doom”.

I am reading the Dalai Lama on the ‘Art of Happiness’.

Happiness does not come from wanting more or from position. It comes from the state of one’s own mind, and being content with what we have: in deliberately schooling oneself to be happy with things as they are.

SATURDAY 16th July – Our Lady of Mount Carmel

We have an afternoon event at Stainton on Stow. Ben is here at the cottage and we start to clear out one tiny little outhouse crammed with cottage junk that we don’t need. Our main problem is an excess of junk: old clothes, books, pieces of correspondence from 40 years ago and an inability to throw things away. Really one should keep nothing but it is a link with the past, an affirmation that one’s life has not been wasted.

“On that day they will make a satire of you, sing a dirge and say ‘we are stripped of everything’”.
Micah 2:1-5

Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time


SUNDAY 3rd July – Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time

We go to the 5.30 Mass in the Catholic chapel at Osgodby. How beautiful in this one of the first Catholic chapels in the country, began in 1793, to hear Father Robert sing the Angus Dei and Sanctus in Latin – a link with the Faith of our Fathers entrance antiphon.

Your merciful love, O God, we have received in the midst of your temple.

MONDAY 4th July – St Elizabeth of Portugal

“When Jesus reached the official’s house and saw the flute players, with the crowd making a commotion, he said ‘get out of here; the little is not dead, she is asleep’, and they laughed at him”

Matthew 9:18-26

At the hustings I ask Theresa May if she will pledge to leave the EU and reinstate border controls. A firm pledge on the first, slightly equivocal on the second.

TUESDAY 5th July

I ask a question about John Coupland hospital in Gainsborough and the first round of voting happens in the Tory leadership. My candidate Liam Fox is eliminated.

Meanwhile, every day I peddle off to the 10.30 Latin Mass in the Cathedral

Hosea 8:4-7

“Thus says the Lord: they have set up Kings, but not with my consent, and appointed Princes but without my knowledge …”
Nothing changes.

WEDNESDAY 6th July – St Maria Goretti (1890-1902)

As we are reminded at Mass Maria Goretti is the patron saint of victims of child abuse. She forgave her abuser who in repentant old age attended her canonisation.

Ps 104

“Constantly seek the Face of the Lord”

In the evening we have our summer party for colleagues. The weather is good, the house and carpet cleaned, all the junk moved into Theo’s room. About 40 colleagues turn up, including two leadership challengers Andrea Leadsom and Michael Gove, in his white tie fresh from the Mansion House Banquet, sitting musing in our little yard with candles burning on his likely fate next day.


Steve Baker asks me to give permission for our home to be used as Andrea HQ. I give it but luckily they receive a better offer. A relief. The last ballot takes place and May and Leadsom are through.

A great relief that the party is over – a day spent cleaning up. Whatever happens I tell myself I must not forget to vote

Ps 80

“O Shepherd of Israel, hear us, shine forth from your Cherubim throne”

FRIDAY 8th July

Ps 50

“My mouth shall declare your praise. Have mercy on me God in your kindness.
In your compassion blot out my offence”

We travel to Lincolnshire.

SATURDAY 9th July – St Augustine Zhao

A quiet day of surgeries in Lincolnshire.

I let Monty off the lead in the fields behind our cottage and he vanishes for 7 hours. Finally we hear a plaintive bark at about 10pm in the dark from beyond the hedge. As usual I read a psalm in our village church

Ps 93

“The Lord is King with majesty enrobed, the Lord has robed himself with might, He has girded himself with power”.

St Oliver Plunkett


I decided to write something down as a checklist for the new PM. No doubt anyone reading it would feel it a bit radical.

The second reading is taken from Galatians 5:

“When Christ freed us, he meant us to remain free. Stand firm therefore and do not submit to the yoke of slaveyr.”

At the moment I am reading the Dalai Lama on the art of happiness. Of course for him happiness doesn’t come from having and wanting more and more money, position, power but from one’s own state of mind, a contentment with one’s lot. That is what frees one from the yoke of slavery to unhappiness. If you do not rely on your own state of mind you will never be happy.

MONDAY – St Cyril of Alexandria

Everyone is I presume rushing around seeing who can be nominated by whom, no doubt calculating how to get early onto the winning bandwagon. I concentrate on writing my policy piece which I have to self-publish anyway; no doubt a mistake.

“Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” (Matthew 8:18)

TUESDAY – St Irenaeus

I chair Westminster Hall – a pleasant side water. During these sort of days no one is very interested in the chamber or in issues.

I too can’t sleep, wondering what will be the outcome of all this. We all feel somewhere that we would like to have a go but we know, or most of us are sensible enough to know, that we do not have the support.

“Why are you so frightened, you men of little faith.” (Matthew 8:23)

WEDNESDAY – Sts Peter & Paul

The day before close of nominations for the leadership. One friend kindly says he will nominate me but one is not enough. I ring Liam Fox with whom I agree with on everything and will support him. He ends up the following Tuesday with just sixteen votes.

We pay our last visit to St Olave’s School for their Leavers’ Eucharist. Although there are no leavers, it is Theodore’s last exam, last day at school, and last day of any of our six children at school – a thirty-year stretch.

“On the night before Herod was to try him, Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, fastened with double chains.” (Acts 12:1-11)


I sit glued to the television as nominations close and with three minutes to spare Boris withdraws.

Today’s reading from Amos 7:10-17:

“Amos is plotting against you in the heart of the house of Israel.”

FRIDAY – St Oliver Plunkett

I am up at 5:00 to get the special train to Thiepval for the memorial service for the Somme battle, one hundred years ago. A truly moving and memorable experience. Lord Guthrie is clutching his field marshal’s baton, standing next to Cardinal Murphy O’Connor.

50,000 dead and wounded in one day.

Psalm 118: “Man does not live by bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”


I dipped into a life of Cranmer in the library, awaiting a delayed vote. His last hours and his courage in the end were truly extraordinary.

“That day I will re-erect the tottering hut of David, make good the gaps in it, restore its ruins, and rebuilt it as it was in the days of old.” (Amos 9:11)

The reading comes from today’s Mass. What does it matter when one reads Amos. Cranmer would not have agreed. An heroic age.

In the evening we have the village hog roast. At the end we all help clear up. I get more satisfaction working together with the other villagers than from weeks at Westminster.

The Referendum


We drive down to Purley for Charlotte’s First Communion. It was an ordinary 12 noon Mass and the large church is packed.

Galatians 5: “You are all of you sons of God through faith in Jesus Christ.”

MONDAY – St Alban

Our first British martyr and we know nothing about him. He could have lived and died anytime between 209 and 314. All we know is that he sheltered a Christian. He didn’t have to, but he did. He took that decision.

“Do not judge and you will not be judged.” (Matthew 7:15)

I watch the Euro football outside on a big screen. A good atmosphere. Everyone calm. England is through.

TUESDAY – St Aloysius Gonzaga and St John Rigby

St John Rigby, twice given a chance to recant, twice refused. What extraordinary faith.

“The clean of hands and pure of heart shall climb the mountain of the Lord and stand in His holy place.”

WEDNESDAY – Ss John Fish and Thomas More

I go to the Lincolnshire Show for a Vote Leave photograph. I do my usual tour of the stands.

St John Fisher’s last words: “I condemn no other man’s conscience. Their conscience may save them, and mine must save me.”

THURSDAY – St Ethelreda, St Thomas Garnet

We go to the second day of the Lincolnshire Show. It is referendum day and after voting – it’s a high turnout – we drive back to London, arriving just in time to see all the commentators predicting a Remain win.

The entrance antiphon: “The Lord is the strength of his people, a saving refuge for the one he has appointed. Save your people, Lord, and bless your heritage and govern them for ever.”

FRIDAY – Nativity of John the Baptist

We are up all night. I occasionally try to sleep but it is too exciting, although I miss the moment when Brexit wins.

At 8:30 astonishingly the Prime Minister resigns. I spend the rest of the day in a different world, at the Order of Malta’s St John’s Day Mass, all togged up in our robes, and going to Madeleine Gamble’s 100th birthday tea at the French Residence. The Ambassador pops in for a minute, looking harassed, saying only just she has not slept.

The Collect: “O God, who roused up Saint John the Baptist to make ready a nation fit for Christ the Lord, give your people, we pray, the grace of spiritual joys.”


I go to the Summer Gathering of the Catholic Union at St Mary’s University Twickenham. Afterwards we are shown around Horace Walpole’s Strawberry Hill. A strange day, the morning after the night before. Momentous changes have taken place. Already people are positioning themselves although no one me and I ring no one.

Even the Mass is quiet. I can barely hear the priest.

Gospel Acclamation: “Alleluia, alleluia. He took our sickness away…”