Fifty Nicker

 A £50 note came into our possession yesterday. Ailz is going to pay it into the bank because, she says, there are so many forgeries out there the shops won't accept them.

I'm not sure I've ever handled a £50 note before- at least not one of the modern plastic ones. 

The verso has a portrait of Alan Turing with the prophetic message, "This is only a foretaste of what is to come and only the shadow of what is to be."

Picture Diary 52

 These are a little different. More than usually colourful. My pictures are generally on the sober side and I wanted a change. 

1. Astral Body



2. So Here I Am Again



3. Ancestral Spirits



4. Hybrid

My Hero

 Back in the day, when I was operating as a vicar in a former mill town called Royton a parishoner once asked me who my hero was. I've never been much of a one for heroes, but I searched my mental files and told him- "Ian Botham"- who was at the time the wonder-boy of English cricket. This took him aback; he was expecting me to say Mother Teresa or Pope John Paul II or someone else of that kidney.

"And who is your hero?" I thought it only polite to ask in reply and he said, "My vicar", meaning me. But that's another story....

 The thing is I dreamed about Ian Botham last night. He was still playing Test Cricket at an advanced age- and seemed like an awfully nice bloke. He had curly hair and his face was all wrinkly and I thought he looked very much like my idea of Don Quixote.....