On Sunday the twenty-first of April, 2013, I boarded a British Airways flight from New York to London, and stepped out into hazy sunshine seven hours later. I spent eleven perfect days in England, begun and ended at my mother’s house in Worcester. And in between? I walked the shores of Coniston Water and rode the Steam Yacht Gondola. I visited Arthur Ransome’s grave (and that of his second wife) at Rusland. I drank in his local pub. I reunited with old clergy friends in Suffolk and preached at two services in delightful country churches; that Sunday ended with Chinese take-away and Canasta! I visited Thomas Cranmer’s parish church only to discover that there is no mention of this 1530 fact in the parish rolls. Then followed a host of other rural church visits, and nuggets of history were discovered in aisles, naves, chancels and sanctuaries. All accompanied by countless photographs.
Where shall I begin?
Above image: Sunrise at 36,000 feet over the Isle of Man. 22nd of April, 2013.