Summoned by bells

Monday, Monday. I was in sunny Somerset last weekend and as I was walking to church in the morning, the harvest bells were ding-a-ling-a-ringing. The town was so quiet at that time of the morning that it felt as though I were being pulled long by the bells. It was magical.

The usual offerings for the harvest were being offered, the only thing being that these fruits and vegetables were actually grown by the congregation on their own farms and allotments etc etc. It led me to compare with our harvest festivals in London – I know the usual harvest offerings in Chiswick are pains au chocolat, lattes, manchego cheese and quince jelly 🙂

Anyway, after the peace of Somerset, I was thrilled to return to London – the diesel fumes, the stroppy fellow citizens, the men in red trousers (strictly a Chiswick affair). I knew I had immediately reverted back to London-mode when a guy was dawdling as the train to Hammersmith was getting ready to pull out and I found myself thinking, ‘Oh, for crying out loud. Get out of the WAY!’. London – brings out your inner maniac in 5 minutes flat. I am happy to report the dearth of Tube-Chat badges. My people don’t let me down.

In this spirit of thankfulness, I offer you this excellent picture of Master Junior Cox-Noon. If that hair doesn’t make you smile, you need to take a chill pill. Have a terrific week, one and all.