Occasional words of usually not wisdom from a retired parson.
Friday, 20 September 2013
Finally had a walk in the local countryside today. Fields of barley, and of wheat, with oats sprinkled round the edges, and the amazing little treasure of Sydling's Copse. Flowers too numerous to list, and two hares japing in a field. And not a soul, not for miles, not for ages, unless hares and meadow flowers have souls.