1.0Ageinghttps://www.euroresidentes.com/euroresiuk/ageingBryan Rippinhttps://www.euroresidentes.com/euroresiuk/ageing/author/bryan/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="kasedhwvDD"><a href="https://www.euroresidentes.com/euroresiuk/ageing/once-upon-time/">Once Upon a Time</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.euroresidentes.com/euroresiuk/ageing/once-upon-time/embed/#?secret=kasedhwvDD" width="600" height="338" title="«Once Upon a Time» — Ageing" data-secret="kasedhwvDD" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> I’ve written about this before, the half-yearly meeting of old college friends. We met again yesterday in Mount St Bernard’s Abbey, a Cistercian Trappist monastery near Whitwick, in Leicestershire. We are some of the remaining Methodist ministers whose theological studies were in the mid-nineteen fifties in a Bristol college which is now up for sale, regarded as surplus to needs, by the authority of the wider church (which decision some of us unsuccessfully campaigned against). True at the time, it is still true that despite the common vocation, we are all very different. Our ministries have taken us to different