Only it’s Bank Holiday Monday. The only sounds heard are the wood pigeons calling out to each other. The roar of a car engine momentarily shatters the peace. The car speeds by, the occupant apologetic. It feels like a Sunday even though the refuse truck has been and gone. No Bank Holiday for them. It feels quintessentially British. A throw back to the television shows from the sixties that I would watch endlessly as I grew up. Any minute now John Steed and Emma Peel would appear, roll opening credits……
It feels earlier than it is, the sun is still hiding behind low cloud, perhaps hiding in a game of hide and seek that only its playing.
There is a stillness in the air, it still feels like it should be Sunday…..
The early morning mist hung around this April morning, so these images look as though they were taken earlier than 11am.
It was so quiet as I walked through the churchyard, then I heard the distinctive sound of crows and a dog barking in the distance.
It was a little chilly (compared to yesterday) but a pleasant walk to recharge the batteries and ready for the following week.