My only claim to fame in respect of St Nicholas Church is seeing in 2000 there. It was a bitterly cold night; it would have ripped a greatcoat to shreds. My poor girlfriend at the time was dressed (undressed) for an iconic New Year's Eve. How she didn't perish is beyond medical explanation. I was in a thin suit, no overcoat.
We went inside and the peace, the tranquility, the warmth and the friendliness shown to us was heaven sent. There was a community in there and like kids we sat and listened to the service in the soft lights. We felt as though we were in God's presence. Perhaps we were. It is perhaps the only New Year I can remember, with fondness. Thank you, St Nicks.