Janet is back walking today, and once again displayed her amazing powers of avoiding rain. Today she dodged all the showers, and was on top walking form too, going down the straight road from Brackenburgh to Burthwaite in quick time.
In the middle, we paused at Southwaite services for refreshment. I left the car outside on the local road, because of all the dire warnings about authorised traffic only. But the gates were rusted open and there were plenty of locals going in and out, using the service station as a motorway junction. This obedience of mine (selective though it may be) feels like a character defect.
Tomorrow is Trinity Sunday, and I leave it to a new generation to explain the inexplicable. Maybe we wouldn’t have so much difficulty if generations of theologians hadn’t tried so hard to nail it all down.
Janet is doing a daily blog…
