A problem confronting every amateur researcher (which is inevitably what a sabbatical student is, I suppose) is that the urgency of your enquiry is not matched by any sense of priority from those experts whose wisdom you seek to tap. In fact, the first thing you discover is that discovery is an elusive pleasure, and that the experts – once finally contacted – have to tell you that your ideas are already well researched, which is why they didn’t get back to you in the first place.
It’s been that sort of week, but without necessarily that sort of negativity. After chasing people I had first written to in November, suddenly the Inbox filled, the phone rang, and I even got a white envelope through the door. It transpired that Sanctuary UK had been talked about in high places, and that the easiest way to deal with this unsolicited initiative, was to depute someone on behalf of all experts everywhere to have a little word with me.
Unfortunately that didn’t happen, so a host of guilt-ridden correspondees all communicated at once, which was heart-warming. The communal message was plain: there are already plans afoot for a ‘National Trust’ of churches, and though English Heritage doesn’t like the idea (for reasons I shall ascertain this coming week), there is some momentum in that direction and in others which makes the aspirations of Sanctuary UK probably superfluous.
Well, of course, I don’t think so. But then I wouldn’t have my blog if I did, would I?
Uppermost in my mind at this moment is the image of Pastor Oswald’s look of incredulity as I explained to him in Potsdam this week what bills a Church of England parishioner is expected to pay. The vicar’s salary and pension. The mission of the Church. The maintenance of an often ancient building.
“Was bezahlt denn Eure Regierung?”
“Gar nichts”.
“Das kann doch nicht wahr sein”.