Good Day Brethren,

'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells'. Yes, summer has definiately 'o'er brimm'd, as the amber chills of autumn wafts around St Leonards. It's out with the thermal scapula from here on in I'm afraid. None of these new fangled hot water bottles to ward off the cold, lengthening shadows for us.
Our only solace is a goblet of mulled wine after Vesper, and an extra horse hair blanket in our cells.
Brother's Homoious and Analious have even taken to mutal flagellation in an attempt to raise up each other's temperature - although oddly, they adopted this method in June.

I fervently hope I'm not giving the impression that Priory life is an endurance, say, akin to Brian Blessed finding himself lost in the British Library. Imagine all the mayhem that would entail.

'I SAY, ANYBODY THERE?'. 'I'M LOST IN THE MINOR CLASSICS SECTION'. DOES ANYONE KNOW  WHERE THE GREAT MOUNTAINEERS OF OUR TIME COLLECTION CAN BE FOUND?' 'I NEED TO PERSONALLY SIGN A COPY'. 'HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO'.

No, on the contrary, in these troubled times especially, people are queuing up to experience this haven of solitude and reflection.
Only last week, a new soul joined our Order, one who has spent the last three years serving in our Philippine outpost, now safely relocated to the sanctury of our walled community.
His only request is to visit the outside world once a week, so as to volunteer on the local constabulary's child helpline.
Yes, Brother Gadd is a welcome addition to our Cloisters.

Unfortunately, not everyone manages to discover an inner tranquility. Sister Amy visited our Priory very briefly, but was distressed to learn we couldn't offer her the same moral rectitude as another Priory she apparently attends down South. 
Following her vistitation, a large stock of mulled wine was severely depleted -  but we wish her God’s speed.

We even enjoyed the company for a short while, of a Middle-Eastern gentlemen who had tragically lost family members in a flying accident in the United States.
So overcome with grief, he was on the verge of relinquishing his life’s calling to unite all Zionist and American souls before the Almighty.
Fortunately, we were able to guide him back to his righteous path.
He was so grateful upon leaving our Order, he vowed to include the British in his mission of unity.

Yes, hear at St Leonards, we feel we play our little part in God’s vast plan.

Whoops ... Vesper time again judging by the chimes.

Peace be upon you.

Brother Scaramouche