Its not as cold as it has been. Sophie and her master watch the sun rise. In the distance we can see the large Holy Oak which stands alone in a field next to the Holy Well. In Scotland names like this would hint at folk beliefs that predated Christianity. Here it probably relates to some medieval plague and an unpolluted spring. Needless to say no one in the village remembers why the oak and the well are 'Holy'.
The PONs are in fine fettle and enjoying the cold.
At the supermarket the staff are busily stacking the shelves with large boxes of chocolates. These have names that are supposed to ooze sophistication - Champs Elysees or Arc de Triomphe are particularly popular. Christmas is hurtling towards us.
Shock horror. No croissants at the bakers. We do however get a pain aux raisin. The curly, raisin free ends, are unravelled and shared with the PONs. They are tail wavingly thankful.
On our return home Sophie opts for half an hours restorative nap. She snores.
There was a time when the layout of the New Yorker magazine with its small, busy typeface seemed difficult to fathom. Now, having taken out a subscription, it turns out to be the home of some fine journalism. In a late October edition ( it takes a long time to get here by post ) this description of a sermon : '' Dr William Barber, the pastor of the Greenleaf Christian Church in Goldsboro, North Carolina, and one of this country’s most powerful moral voices, went to a pulpit in Greensboro carrying a shofar, the ram’s horn that is sounded in synagogues on the High Holy Days. Barber, a hulking man who suffers from a painful affliction of the spine and joints, winced as he rose from his chair and then blew the shofar, summoning the crowd from song to contemplation of the historical moment.“There are seasons when we are made to be still,” he said gravely. “And we need the kind of singing you just experienced, so that we can handle the nightmares.”
I know nothing at all about Dr.Barber or his politics but found this You Tube clip of him which at the 27:20 mark shows he has a truly wonderful voice and a wry and lucid and charged sense of humour. A good reason to celebrate Thanksgiving although the lady chewing gum at the desk seems strangely unmoved : https://youtu.be/hWNIXNtsrFA?t=1625