On Friday it rained like rain was going out of fashion! It’s been much the same today (Sunday) with a glorious interlude on Saturday to mark the first Honey Pot of the year. I pulled back the curtains to wonderful sunshine and then veritably danced down the stairs to eat breakfast and get the Honey Pot ready. The ‘honey potters’ arrived in dribs and drabs – many on foot, enjoying the chance to walk off Christmas excess. At eleven a group arrived, having braved the mud between ours and the next village (separated by floods the day before) and we were once more all ‘a-buzz’! Buzz, himself, was delighted to see everyone and promises to prepare a newsletter for next week. It was lovely to see so many people (18 I think) but there were some sad omissions. Our villages have been hit hard over the past month and the funeral-toll is now up to five – which is a significant number in such a small community. Two of the, now, widows, were keen ‘honey potters’. As well as this, many are ill as the latest virus cuts a swathe through society. I am still getting over it – it leaves one exhausted – and OV now has it – but braved the Church services today, with rests in between.
To add to our joy, the sewer overflowed on Friday – with all the rain the water table was too high to take any more, so the Rectory was blessed in ways it could have done without! I had a lovely chat with two dear men from the water board, who took photos and leapt over the fence to take water samples from the brook. They managed to remain cheerful in spite of the soaking rain and driving wind. Real heroes!
you know, with all the gloom and doom around, and every news bulletin telling us the world is a dreadful place and we are killing it anyway, one could be really depressed. But I refuse to be. Love conquers all. A bit of sunshine makes all the difference. And there are TWO costume dramas on tv tonight!
Have a good week – and remember, for every flooded drain, there is a cheerful engineer!