I’m filled with a newfound appreciation for language. One in particular. It follows a trip to Hampshire on the south coast. But, no, I am not talking about English as spoken in rural Hampshire. Rather, Latin.
For my week wasn't spent on beaches or hiking the lovely coastal trails, rather sitting next to priests, seminarians and retired octogenarians who served in posts ranging from the merchant navy to lawyers, as we attended the Latin Mass Society’s annual residential Latin course.
The motivations that had drawn us to the course, which for some was an introductory foray into the ancient tongue, for others the shoring up of already-laid foundations, were diverse. Yet among our variety of reasons – not all attending were observant Catholics either – there underlay a curious unity of purpose.
