Gracious deeds

Thick frost on the ground when I opened the door. But I was warm deep in my sleeping bag inside my hut.

The sun is shining. The downs stretch and roll away in all directions. Morning prayer said standing up as I couldn’t find anywhere dry to sit. It’s easy to say, “I will recount the gracious deeds of the Lord” up here.

And now down to Mere for bacon sandwiches baptisms and confirmation.

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