Part Way Through A Bank Holiday Heatwave
We thought our summer was over- and we were wrong. Today, for the first time this year I decided that socks were inappropriate and ran a pair of sandals to earth. The heatwave is expected to continue through the long, bank holiday weekend.
On Tuesday we're booked to go to Colchester. I've been consulting Simon Knott's extraordinary East Anglian Churches website to see if there were any unmissable churches along our projected line of travel. There aren't. But then Knott and I aren't always looking for the same things- and a church he loves might leave me untouched and vice versa. For instance he loves Victorian glass and knows tons of stuff about its designers and makers while I mostly avert my eyes. And what do I look for? I asked myself. And myself replied, "Anything Romanesque, anything grotesque, any tomb earlier than 1700, and whatever still exists of medieval glass or painting."
On Tuesday we're booked to go to Colchester. I've been consulting Simon Knott's extraordinary East Anglian Churches website to see if there were any unmissable churches along our projected line of travel. There aren't. But then Knott and I aren't always looking for the same things- and a church he loves might leave me untouched and vice versa. For instance he loves Victorian glass and knows tons of stuff about its designers and makers while I mostly avert my eyes. And what do I look for? I asked myself. And myself replied, "Anything Romanesque, anything grotesque, any tomb earlier than 1700, and whatever still exists of medieval glass or painting."
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I went into town in a Summer frock for the first time in three weeks.
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