chester

River Dee

Have just returned from three days in Chester — or rather, one day in Chester, and two days on the M6. The highlight, bizarrely, was said evening prayer at the Cathedral. They kept apologising for the cancellation of the visiting choir. I was simply glad not to be saying it on my own. Normal life (and proper posts) resume tomorrow. Tonight, I have a well fed, but slightly grumpy cat to console.

 

 

 

opportunities

Loch FyneHaving scheduled a vestry meeting for my usual day off this week, I went to play in the sun today.

…and learned that photography takes more nerve than I have. No sooner had my eye spotted the potential in something than my brain intervened with, ‘the road’s too narrow, there’s a massive great lorry right behind you and you can’t possibly stop.’ So, on I went, past one stunning opportunity after another. This photo is courtesy of the one well placed parking bay.

Snow Day

snow dayI suspect that only the northerners among you — and maybe even only the American northerners at that– will truly be able to imagine the tremendous glee with which I awoke to find that it was a snow day.

Snow Days are sheer gift.

They instantly bring back memories of switching the radio on as a child, eagerly awaiting the announcement: School District 10 — closed.

I have never got past the belief that snow is God’s way of telling us to stop. And being alone on top of a hill, with a tree down across the drive and no electricity is as clear a sign as one can hope for. So I spent a glorious morning watching the snow fall. Then, when snow had stopped and birds had returned, I sat beneath a purring cat, watching the robins dance and the trees cast off their burden.

I’m sure there were things I could have done that did not involve either car or computer. But for a few hours today, the demands of beauty far outweighed the demands of my to-do list.

I hope it was the same for you.