A large and heavy parcel arrives swathed in layers of packing and customs forms. I know exactly what it is because it is a present. In a sense, it is a gift from myself, since I actually commissioned and ordered it, but in reality it is the gift of my late friend Gerry. He left me a small legacy and I have been at pains to make sure that I spend it on a suitable memorial to him, something that will remind me to pray for him; something worthy of his own love of Faith and Tradition. I found it in the work of an American craftsman who makes travelling altars and calls his enterprise St Joseph’s Apprentice.