The weather has calmed down a bit and walking is easy – a lovely day.
In Sunday’s Lectionary, we read that Jesus said, “Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honour at banquets!” I think I have mentioned this before. But it feels like something I’ve remembered for a long time and may have gone deep. I still get a feeling of embarrassment, of being in the wrong place, whenever I’m in exalted company.
Last night, loads of writhing plasma from the sun blasted into the earth’s outer atmosphere. And the weather was largely clear. A few times I went to our west-facing upstairs window and craned my neck around to look north. But nothing. Too far south, horizon too high, and too much light. Never mind. Someone got a nice picture from Hadrian’s Wall. This far south, what you often get is mostly red from the parts higher up, rather than green.