This week I returned to my Roman Catholic primary school with 3 friends after 39 years - it was wonderful and nostalgic and nothing much seemed to have changed, but I was struck by how Holy it all was. As a child we loved it,the Masses,the Benediction and the stations of the cross every lunchtime during Lent (how we clamoured to be picked to read a station) On our return I really noticed the statues,little shrines and holy pictures everywhere and looking at the walls at the work how it was tied in with the Catholic faith in so many aspects- I'd quite forgotten,being now very lapsed. Not making any point here really, it was just quite comforting and different.