Sole Survivor

Godalming parish church has a splendid wooden spire, but I didn't take a picture because it was raining and I once fritzed a camera by snapping in the rain and I don't want to do that again. It's a big church, roomy and comfortless. Medieval wall paintings- quite a lot of them- turned up in the 1840s and were promptly destroyed. The only one that got away did so because it was hiding in a blocked up arch and wasn't found till later. This is it. It depicts John the Baptist, holding the Lamb of God and is more than life size.

Gareth

We've had several days of stormy weather- and it continues. Conditions were particularly trying on Tuesday- with huge puddles lying in the hollows of country roads- and if you went through them at the same time as an approaching vehicle it was like going through an automated car wash.

The storm is called Gareth- a name I can't hear without visualising McKenzie Crook's character from The Office.

The weather has been a gift to the political cartoonists- who have been using it as a metaphor for the chaos of the Brexit process. Martin Rowson in the Guardian has Theresa May leaning forward into a howling gale with a bowler hat (signifying the DUP) blowing past her. Matt in the Telegraph has a little man with an umbrella turning up at the entrance to the House of Commons to be told by the attendant "I shouldn't go in there, sir; it's foul."