Well they’ve only gone and done it.
The pile of bishops arrived today, finding themselves, bewildered, in the University of Kent’s equivalent to Heathrow Terminal 5:
Once meeted, they were greeted (with “difficult” bishops being identified by specially trained volunteers)
The volunteers had to deal with refugee quantities of luggage:
(Not every bishop can afford those lightweight, collapsible mitres).
To find their way around the campus a system of Aramaic insignia has been devised (based upon textual variations in the Dead Sea Scrolls) — very clear as I’m sure you’d agree:
The “World’s Greatest Living Ecclesiastical Conference Cartoonist” will soon be plying his wares from this des res:
Some bishops have already found themselves, curiously, at home:
Others were being “inculturated” into the fine English tradition of queuing:
Some bishops’ wives (or perhaps she is a bishop herself?) remembered that there is a garden party at Buckingham Palace coming up:
Tomorrow…
into retreat!