When the Saints....

are CLOSED.

We walked, In inclement weather, to talk to St. Matthias. Through gusty squally showers we struggled to find our oasis of peace and calm shut. Locked against us. Against the virus.

We got our breath back in the porch and carried on, a word to Roy and Myrtle, to the cross-field path back to Mill House.

We found the extra on the path. Who knows what it means? 

Answers on a postcard.