I visited a medieval church and came face to face with a ver y special guest.
AsI walked up the road Me towards the small ancient church, people rushed past going about their busy lives.
But as soon as I entered the church of St Michael, Cornhill, in London, there was an instant sense of calm.
It was a sunny Monday morning and I’d come with my friend Peter to listen to an organ recital at the medieval parish church.
We took a seat in the right-hand pew at the back and, as the performance began, I got lost in the beautiful music.
Suddenly, halfway through the recital, something strange happened.
I became aware of a tall figure rising up among the congregation a little to my right.
Turning to face the vision, I realised that I was looking at a nun.
She was about five foot tall and dressed in a white habit.
I wasn’t scared but I froze as I watched her turn towards me.
Although it seemed that she was looking at me, I couldn’t see a face as the inside of her hood was blacked out.
Clasping a large lit candle, she held out her hands in front of her. Strange though it was, I felt completely at ease and there was an air of calm around me because I knew that she meant me no harm.
By looking at her, I knew immediately that she had a historic link to the church and was simply interested in the people sitt
