I arrived down in Dorset yesterday and had my friend Mary over for a great lunch and a long chat. But after she left, for a walk down the valley with friends, I went to bed and fell fast asleep. You know that sort of blissful, deep afternoon sleep that you hadn’t been expecting but evidently needed? That sort of sleep.
I woke up just as the sun was setting. Something about the brilliance of the light combined with my slightly sleep-curdled brain to mean my focus was quite myopic for a while, literally and figuratively. I could only concentrate on the small details extraordinary shadows and sunshine that for that brief moment played through every room of the Parsonage.
So I am afraid that’s all this blog is about. Small fleeting moments. Something that belongs especially to this time of year, and to warm, bright, October afternoons, which before we know it will be departed.