I always find this rather a strange day. An in between, "not quite sure how I'm supposed to be" sort of a day. The disciples would have spent today in despair and misery, in fear and trepidation, in doubt and disillusionment. The trouble is, we can't recreate that very easily. WE KNOW that Easter Sunday is coming. Perhaps though the not fasting not feasting of the day reproduces that a little.