“We met in 1949—providentially, I believe. Wandering about York between trains, late on a somewhat sepulchral day, I happened to enter the little medieval church of St. Martin-cum-Gregory, in Micklegate, near the River Ouse, and admired the painted glass in its windows. Then I scurried off to catch a train to Edinburgh; but I forgot my walking-stick, which I had leaned against a wall of the church porch. From my Scottish residence, I wrote to the rector of the larger ancient church of Holy Trinity, Micklegate, who had St. Martin-cum-Gregory in his charge also. . . . He posted my stick to me and invited me to call when next I might visit York. That I did, and so commenced one of my closest and most rewarding friendships."
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