New route to worship

Following on from yesterday’s post, two wonderful things happened today. Firstly, the Giant Church Walk ended and secondly, I managed to move my blog back to where it should be, after its month of exile in limbo. The only effect of the church move will be on parishioners, who will have work out a new route to worship whereas, the blog will really only affect me and Facebook.

Today, as I watched the church head for its new home, it occurred to me that anyone who regularly attends services or any other functions they hold, are going to have to change the way they get there.

I guess, eventually, once Kiruna has been completely moved, it won’t be that different from how it was – I assume everything will be the same only relocated – but while the town is still being moved, people are going to be living in a bit of a mish-mash of changes heading back to the status quo.

Of course, I’m thinking of people who tend to walk or ride bicycles rather than those who rely on the internal combustion engine. (As I wrote that, I realised that electric cars don’t have internal combustion engines. So, what should I call them now? The Google AI claims it’s just EV, which is quite boring if you ask me. Anyway, no-one did ask me, so, moving right along.)

For instance, if Trosa was to move five kilometres down the road (like it did a few thousand years ago) I would starve given I don’t drive and can currently walk to the supermarket from here. Or I’d have to depend on Mirinda to drive me all the time. Which is hardly fair. Not that Trosa is likely to move until climate change raises sea levels high enough for it to return to its original location.

Then again, returning to the question of churchgoers walking to worship, people who now live near its new home, will be pretty happy about the big move. Swings and roundabouts, I guess.

As for the blog, the only real changes will be for me. Stats, for instance.

Over its long life, my blog has gained places in Google search, meaning that I have had quite a few views, especially for my historical and biographical posts. While it was down, no-one could find it and Google search ignored it. I obviously added the new url to the Search Console, but it’s not something that happens overnight.

This meant that the only people seeing my blog were people on Facebook, given that’s the only place I posted it, manually every morning. Subsequently, my stats dropped like a brick taking a rest on a cloud. I check my stats every morning before posting. And it was very disheartening.

Anyway, now things should start to improve again with the return to my original, 20-year-old domain. Yay! Though, I will have to delete the new location soon. I’ll leave it in place for a bit, in case any Facebook stragglers click on an old post. But, like the Giant Church Move, the move will be final very soon.

Incidentally, while I was watching the Giant Church Walk during lunch, Emma was very interested. She doesn’t normally watch anything that’s happening on the TV but, at one point, her eyes were glued.

Obviously, Freya was far too busy sleeping to even notice.