Black water

I’ve just written a lengthy account of today and lost it. I haven’t the will to rewrite it all - so here’s a summary: walk in rain with Di, take this photo.

To neighbouring village, Gress, for a transformative celebration of the Eucharist in the chapel at Carmel. Walk home over the fields. Lovely lunch.

Sleep off lunch. Write poem. Light fire in grate. Raining steadily outside. Do some Pilates exercises. Eat splendid dinner ( we’re being catered for).

Conversation about the Holy Spirit. Worry about news of a fatal accident at home. Di and I go out for a wee walk in the birdsongy silence. Home to drink tea. Bed beckons.