My thanks to Eddie, the sound engineer at LBS studios in South Manchester (Stockport, actually) – a very affable fellow – and to Master Fuzzy Duck himself, Phil Hewitt, who's now going to make a wondrous little film, zooming in and out of the manuscript itself, to which he will add my narration.
What marvellous magic you twenty-first century folk have. Godly magic, undoubtedly!
The film will be one of several used in the forthcoming exhibition at Rochester Cathedral, 'Hidden Treasures, Fresh Expressions', funded by something called the Heritage Lottery Fund. (I'm not quite sure if this means heathen lots were cast in some way to obtain money – maybe a bit dodgy, then; but I won't press anyone on the matter.)
I must confess, blessed readers, I did have one moment of disquietude. This was nothing to do with the actual recording, mind you, but, rather, I found it a little upsetting when the master told me he had just got back from Rochester Cathedral where he had filmed a scene about the life of the medieval monastery there, but had actually used ACTORS.
If he had asked nicely, he could have had a real medieval monk!
Nevertheless, may the Lord bless him. Quack, quack!