Sophie is up first. She watches me unravel the hosepipe to start topping up the pool. The wind and heat have evaporated off a good three inches.
Bob soon joins her. He dutifully checks the garden for C-A-T-S.
Satisfied that everything is safe and secure he retreats to his shady spot on the stoop to better oversee the days events.
As we turn the corner by the pond the Coots and Moorhens are already scurrying for the safety of the thick brambles that overhang the water.
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This morning we stop to look at the strange little church by the station. All out of proportion. The steeple too tall for such a dumpy wee thing. The building in front has been wrapped around it on two sides even though this makes the shopfront implausibly narrow. The stonework looks old but the brickwork on the tower suggests the 1920's. Maybe its a travel for rail travellers ?
2 comments:
Hari OM
Yes, hard to know which came first, the white building of the church... one wonders if there had been a chapel there previously, more in proprotion, perhaps war-damaged requiring a rebuild and this is the result? (see where your posts take my mind???) YAM xx
A hosepipe, topping up the pool, no cats in the garden, then time for a laze in the shade. A chance to consider architectural merits of a very strange looking building. Could this be another best day ever?
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