A great many of us have been awake since very early this morning, when we pilgrimaged to Great Western Road to see if there had been a resurrection. We have had the pop and fizz of champagne corks, the flinging of holy water, the billowing clouds of incense, the hunting of two thousand Easter eggs, and the sound of many hundreds of voices raised in song.
It has been a great, glorious, joyful day.
And is not quite over yet.
He is risen indeed.