My son works in Mumbai as a International Primary School teacher and is with us for a few days. It is interesting to note how when a visitor arrives, we are prompted to do something that we would not normally do in an effort to decide what the visitor would like. In consequence we visit places and do things that we would not normally do.
This normally works very well because it reintroduces us to facilities that we would normally take for granted. My son expressed a desire to avoid cities because he wanted an antidote from where he normally works, the overcrowded Mumbai, where even the sparse open areas are filled with people. We decided to visit a place called Publow which I can safely say that most people have no clue about but it is in fact a ‘lost in time’ place with a beautiful church.
They have one informal service per month and a communion which is probably the story of an over pressed vicar who has to look after five or more churches. I know that because my brother who when a vicar looked after five churches, but in any event the jam is spread thin we can say with regard to allocation of energy on the vicar’s part.
You can tell a lot about the history of a place from the graves in the churchyard and clearly this was a well-to-do area with people who had the money to spend on a fancy grave stone presentation. I do not normally include pictures of gravestones but I think this is worth a look.
This church is one of thousands that have been built over the centuries, part of what makes the United Kingdom distinctive from other places. All I can say is ‘enjoy it while you can’ because the present government seem determined to marginalize our state religion, Christianity, and replace it with a Muslim caliphate version
While we were in the church yard, someone working on the roof shouted down and asked us if we wanted to see the war graves. We just said we were looking around but he said that I could see two pink examples on the left and indeed there they were suitably adorned with the right year and the right memories
I know you can’t read this very well but it shows numerous activities from the faithful few related to the main celebrations of the Christian calendar: Easter, Christmas, Harvest festival. Some very keen photographer has displayed these on a very large notice board …well done whoever it was.
I cannot tell you how peaceful and quiet the atmosphere was and I am reminded of all the prayers that have been absorbed by the brickwork so it was a real blessing to come here. I feel that anyone with an ounce of spirituality cannot help but be blessed just through entering the building.
All praise to the administration for allowing the building to be open every day. Most churches have to be locked for insurance purposes. It is a sanctuary from the stresses and strains of everyday life and we need more of such places.
I have seldom if ever seen the graves laid down in a military fashion in long rows;Â each of one lent a distinctive contribution to the whole graveyard
I find this quite defiant in a way. Here is someone who died at the age of 34 with most of their life in front of them and yet its sounds as if it has been written for an older person certainly in terms of the text on the bottom two lines. What a strange middle forename is Autumn though it is a common first forename. Over 137,000 people in the US have been named Autumn since 1990, with the vast majority being women.
I love the cheeky notice here, ‘may the party never end’. This is full of spirit and this person must have been young at heart, though who or what GiGi is remains a mystery to me. Maybe the name of a special friend.
I get this fleeting impression, I don’t know where from, that this person likes playing golf. This is a man who lived his life in style and everything about the appellation sparkles with life. What a joy to see such things. With the UK Government’s drive to curb people’s spirits and their freedom, this may well be a dying breed of character no pun intended.
Francoise was able to have a delightful and much needed swim. By definition it is wild swimming though the weather was not wild; she reported that the water temperature was moderate. I thought that would be very good therapy for her as she is still suffering from a left hip misalignment and the muscle pain in the left leg that goes with it.
We then repaired to a pub called The Rising Sun at a place on the A37 called Pensford. We went for a lovely local walk in the adjacent fields and returned to have a drink. We decided not to eat mainly because of the stratospheric prices on offer, up to £22 for a main course though I must say I did not see what I would call a normal menu.
People put lots of work into things and don’t realize that the point of presentation is the most important one. They say, look I am here giving my all, I want your patronage. I’m sure they do what they can but you have to see the situation from the clients point of view
The new owner, Rob Moore, came from a pub in Keynsham. He needs to be careful with his pricing structure. We paid £14 for one pint of ale, two halves of cider and two packets of crisps which is just about what the market could bear. Maybe I have been spoiled from Wetherspoons.Â
I know every pub owner has their costs to bear; the recent decision by the Chancellor to increase contributions for those on lesser salaries at a cost to the country of millions or pounds which of course has to be raised to support the ridiculous number of refugees that are coming in and being treated like royalty; giving them preference to the needs of British people. The whole thing is disgusting and just cannot go on.
Home to a late lunch and watching videos.
