The Archbishop

I woke up unusually early on the morning of the ordination, partly because I was excited, but also because my Mum and Dad told me to get up. It was a fairly short trip from Rosewell to the St James centre in Edinburgh which was the point where we were to meet Mrs Young, Ben and the other schools.

We met up with the staff and pupils from St Mary’s at St Mary’s cathedral where we joined the almost never ending line of over –excited, people, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Archbishop of Edinburgh and Saint Andrews. Although there were so many people, in the space of 10 or 15 minutes we were at the front of the line and entered the unimaginably large and beautiful cathedral. Then I heard an organ playing and I looked up and saw an enormous organ blasting out music, so loud that if you had stood next to it you would probably have gone deaf. We finally found our seats in the very back row.

Two, long hours later we all lined up in a guard of honour and watched all the priests and more importantly the Archbishop himself, walk past us. When we went outside he was posing for a photograph we managed to squeeze into one! When we finally managed to escape the sea of people I met my Mum and Dad across the road so we could drive home.