So we were away for the weekend at Emmaus house for St Johns parish weekend. I bunked off the scheduled sessions – writing writing (I’ve started another novel) – but made it to prayers in the calm, dim chapel full of peace. Taizé chants, strangely brisk with their electronic accompaniment, but welcome in their beauty and familiarity. A few surprising moments (human beings are odd, aren’t they?) and some delicious meals. Sunshine. A rose garden. A view of a green patchwork of fields and trees, with horses and a traversing afternoon fox.
One of us looked sober and thoughtful but was probably reading Poldark.
One of us was primarily chilling out.
It was good, but I missed this place.
It was nice to come home.
Last night, in the deep dusk of my fox-watch, the two badgers had so vigorous a rough-and-tumble on the verandah that they inadvertently turned the snick on the door and locked me in! I became their captive audience. I wish I could photograph them for you, but it almost dark when they visit, and my laptop is my only camera now. Still, you can see the Audacious Seagull on the roof of Komorebi in the outside photo above. He stands on the waterbutt outside Alice and Hebe's studio, rapping on the window for his tea. We are discouraging him because the Roof Community is shocked and offended that we feed him; they feel betrayed - he is an Interloper. So he comes down to Komorebi and steals the fox's food instead. I keep watch to protect it; he stands on the far side of the pitched roof of the Badger's woodwork shed (my Badger, not the real ones), his baleful eye just visible above the apex of the roof.