Monday, 7 November 2011

Humble Hemblington

On a day last July, I was due to meet the churchwarden of Hemblington church.  I set off early as I am very, very good at getting lost, and this place is far from anywhere.  Driving carefully down tiny little lanes I eventually found it, on top of a hill, among fields of ripening crops.  I sat on the bench whilst I waited.  The breeze was warm and scented, the trees rustled gently and the bench was comfortable.

Leaving behind a frantic and rushed day, I enjoyed the oasis of peace surrounding this lovely little building.