Some have a country flavor, some have a modern sound
They all serve the need of planting seeds, so I guess they can't go wrong
But there's none so dear as when I hear an old convention song.
We host an annual convention. In days of yore we peaked to 150 attendees but now-a-days it's us plus maybe 20 or 30 visitors, half of which will be regulars year after year. Why? Partly because that's what we do, rather in the vein of the Cathedrals song. It's a bean feast. It's meet old friends. But it is also meant to be a time for hearing "what God is saying" which roughly translates to enduring multiple hour long sermons. For me, some of these talks have worthwhile content, whilst in others frankly I loose the plot - I come away not having any clue as to the point they were trying to make. 10/10 for effort; not much in the way of results. Maybe that's just me - I'm just a bad listener.
This year I have chosen to do morning boiler duty. Our boiler is the mighty wood burning Turboburn TB4. To meet the morning heating and hot-water load it requires a full load lit as early as possible, topped up as necessary to raise the water jacket to as close to boiling point as is feasible. So, during convention, I light the boiler at around 6 a.m. then go for my constitutional run after which I check the burn and add more fuel as necessary. I like this time in the morning. I do not need to act, listen, talk, and it is quiet which suits my damaged hearing. Whereas convention mealtime is painful. Being sociable, engaging in small talk, is not my scene. And the noise level...
In between meetings and mealtimes and socialising and chores and sleeping I managed to snap a few pictures and here are the best...
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