As ever, if, whilst I’m oot delivering, I spot some stuff I find gobsmackingly beautiful, I may tarry a wee while, and get off a snap or two. Flying solo, that’s fine. Teresa, accidentally along for the ride, wasn’t altogether settled with the idea/practice, alas!
Our joint afternoon jaunt began with a drive, via Friday Bridge (love that name), to Elm (another lovely name!), to finally take a look at The Parish Church of All Saints, Elm. The crisply clear slanting golden light of a cloudless autumn day was poifeck.
Sadly the church was locked. So we just had to content ourselves with walking around it. But it’s still beautiful to behold. Esp’ on a day such as today was, weather-wise. And the graveyard is very picturesque.
Admiring the human crafting and carving of certain headstones makes for an interesting comparison with nature’s slower and subtler encroachments.
I got so snap happy here, I very nearly forgot I had managed to book a delivery shift, and that said shift, fast approaching, was now really looming over me. Fortunately, once I’d realised, I was easily able to get to work on time.
‘It’s a corking leaner!’ sounds like Alan Partridge in full exultant flight (‘it’s an extender’… ‘smell my cheese’, etc.).
As I type this, I spy that the time … daddzzzzzxxscfrd ussreeedeerdddddddddygddd wxddddehdeezzzz deedryuttftfdtrr reds CCC mm … erm!? Woah… Sleep just produced that! I was trying to say it’s approaching 11.35pm! But I’m fading in and out o’ consciousness.
Midnight approaches, and I needs must sleep more… g’night.
Afore I slope off, back to snoozy-snoozeland, here are some more pics from todays peregrinations:
Another gorgeous looking church I was unable to explore the inside of today was St Leonard’s, Leverington. I’ll need to go back to the churches in both Elm and Leverington (and so many more!), to look around and document their insides.
And now to sleep, perchance to dream…