On holiday in the misty hills one mile from Llandiarth near Welshpool, North Wales. It is so quiet here that the only sounds we can hear outside are the sheep bleating and the rain rolling down the cottage windows.
My friend Pauline made Easter Sunday very special with this gorgeous centrepiece for the table, then she read to us an Easter folk story at breakfast and then of course we had the very important Easter egg hunt.
I love coming away like this. It makes me very happy to have a change of scene, a change of rhythm, a change of perspective. Unlike our home life there is nothing about a day away that can be predicted. All is new, all is fresh. Given the subject of my last blog (about the danger of assumptions), time away surely is a marvellous antidote. When nothing is predictable then by definition are we not more likely to be present?