Sunshine and showers for the walk this morning, and a stiff wind. The strangely beautiful section was a walk down the deserted A628 between woodlands and fields: I took advantage of a rare closure for roadworks. It was wonderful just to be in that space which is usually so loudly and violently dominated by road vehicles. I made good time, and it felt like countryside, and I could hear the electricity transmission towers singing in the wind.
After that, we went to a zoom service reflecting on a pilgrimage which we had joined for a while. It was beautiful and moving and inspiring. Yes, the zoom thing really can work. I don’t know if it’s the numbers, or if 10-11 UK time on a Sunday morning is busy for the servers, but like the other Sunday morning zooms I have been to, there were a few slow-downs. It didn’t matter though: the service was brilliant. And you can be ‘anywhere’. I was going to tell people I’d been to a service in Derbyshire until I remembered that I too was in Derbyshire, just about … but this was the other side of Derbyshire – the part that’s nearer Derby than Manchester.