My godfather, The Rt Reverand Kenneth Riches, was the Bishop of Linclon. He and his family stayed with us in New Jersey for a summer. Then I went over to tour the land of my grandparents under the care of his daugther, Anne. We stayed with them at the Bishop's house behind the Cathedral. His youngest son, Christopher, used to sneak us into the church at night to run through the aisles. I called him The Bish.