Inmost Thoughts

As ever, took us a few hours to leave the homestead, a lot to think about, and tired brains. But leave we did. Called in to leave a chair at Dan and Mireille's, then a picnic by a small, overflowing dam in Spain somewhere, surrounded by the resiny scent of rock roses.

Crossed the bridge to Faro Island just as the sun was going to set, so we set off immediately to walk across the ria on the boardwalk. The tide was going out, the mud speckled with birds looking for dinner. I made forty-four photos, so hard to pick one... the sun setting over the island just stunning, as were the aeroplanes flying up into pink tinged cumulus, as was the golden light on the white buildings of Faro, as was an egret making rings in the inky blue water...

Mary's Voice: He has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. (Luke 1v51) This is the pride that lurks inside us, that lies at the root of all abuses of power, but God sees and he is able to scatter and subvert these schemes. Amy's video for these words.