Saturday must have been unremarkable; I remember next to nothing about two days ago, apart from, if I remember correctly, staying in all day. This is not a good thing, but the inclination to maintain a daily walking routine has, so far, past me by. I did stroll to the Parks Inn on Sunday for an excellent roast lunch, in the company of a couple from Church. I had maintained the habit of tuning into Radio 4’s Sunday Worship at 8.10 that morning. This time, I found myself having to reconcile to traditional hymn melodies played by a Christian rock group. Not for one moment do I question the integrity of modern worship, and perhaps, if somehow it reaches out to a wide range of, and a large number of folk, spreading the Word this way can only be a good thing. Certainly, the more evangelical and karaoke churches are far fuller than my beloved Anglican places of worship, complete with bells, incense and angelic choirs with thunderous music. I do wonder if all this acts as a smokescreen to the scratchy world of church politics! That’s my rant for this weekend!
Today, my cousin and his wife called on their way home from a motoring holiday in the north east. Pete, like me, has retired and he and his wife, Jane are, as I am too, enjoying a well earned period of time doing exactly as they please. Sadly, they couldn’t stay for lunch as there were people they wanted to visit on their way home. Nevertheless, it was a very pleasant almost three hours. When Covid 19 is less of a threat, e.g. when an effective vaccine becomes widely available, it’s going to be much easier to remain in touch.
It was suggested (in no uncertain terms) that I ought to resume my walking routine, not two or three times a week, but every day. This afternoon, the persistent heavy rain had not eased up. But, for whatever reason, I felt I should go out anyway. It wasn’t cold, and getting wet wasn’t going to present a problem. I walked as if it was a fine day, and eventually, the sun did reveal itself along with patches of blue sky peeking through several menacing grey clouds. I walked for just over 70 minutes; the moment I arrived home, the heavens really did open as the rain crashed down like stair rods. I went out for a second walk this evening. The low sun was dazzling, and the wind was still blowing, seemingly from all directions. I just hope that I now, I can maintain this routine for the foreseeable future.
As ever, thanks for reading. David , 22.48 hrs, 27/7/20.
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