Well, the vicar seemed happy enough to let us explore when we were at Chalfont, though I have to admit, even I found it a little odd to squeeze past him when he was rehearsing the groom and best man… That was a close run thing. The bride must have turned up pretty much immediately after we scarpered, you know.
You’ve only to look at Tideswell though… what did we miss on our first incursion? Pretty much everything really! So much depends on the state of mind… and that was Weird Weekend after all.
As I recall, the pub was one of those uncomfortable ones… and I’m fairly sure they didn’t stock Stowford’s either!
I’m dying to have a read of that poem, you know. St Giles? Really?
Patron saint of the greenwood and outcasts, Giles has an interesting story, you know. Especially from our perspective. His parents died when he was 24… significantly.. and he turned from the world. Taking ship, he landed on a beach where he followed footsteps in the sand to the cave of an anchorite… hairy or not, I have no idea… with whom he stayed for three days before taking ship once more. Travelling through France he found a hollowed rock in a green glade by a stream, shaded by four gigantic oaks. He lived there with the hind and drank only her milk.
The rest of the story, you know… how he took the arrow meant for the hind… Later he became abbot of a monastery and, when it was burned down took refuge with Charles Martel, the first of the Carolingians… and whose name means either ‘man’ or ‘warrior’ of the ‘hammer’.
Giles’s last words were ”Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.” Yep, from the Nunc Dimittis… Simeon’s Song… I thought we were waiting? Seems things want to move ready or not.
Sorry about the digression! To answer your question, yes, the title pages should be illustrated, I think… and that might make a pretty good brochure, all in all, for Leaf and Flame. I shall work on it and see what comes up.
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