After the storms the day dawns bright and clear. For thirty seconds the sun peaking above the horizon bathes the church and the village trees in gold. The luck of being in the right place at the right time and with the i-Phone to hand.
Angus was woken at 1:02 by a loud crash. He thought the swaying Jesus might have rocked away in the 85 mph winds. This morning it's still there. The cause of the disturbance has yet to be discovered. Later I'll check the tiles on the church roof.
Sophie is in an affectionate mood today. She plants a kiss on her brother.
Surprised, he plants one on her in return.
Much of the morning and a large part of the afternoon is spent on the stump seat observing the tykes.
No less than six different varieties of Pomelos in the greengrocers. Whoever knew Pomelos were a French thing ? Come to that whoever knew Pomelos were such a thing ?
This map shows journey times from London in 1881. How travelling has changed.