Where the gin still flows
WHAT a joy in the midst of our preparations for Christmas—staking amaryllis and deciding just how), both the informative article on traditional St Stephen’s Day customs (‘ and Jack Watkins’s thoughtful piece describing the Christianity of T. S. Eliot (; . Eliot was churchwarden here at St Stephen’s, Gloucester Road, for 25 years and remains (at least when the curate is preaching) an ‘austere’ inspiration on our earthly pilgrimages. The clergy here are both great bird-lovers, so no wren need fear Boxing Day, but I hope the great poet is pleased to know that the gin still flows.
