Sunday

A relaxing day at the homestead. It has to be, as you're not allowed to do anything in this staunchly Free Church area. Jimmie wanted to cut the grass, but that's unthinkable on a Sunday. He did do a sly clothes wash but thought better of pegging it out. And he also went over to the boat and pottered; hopefully that was God's work. I meanwhile, took myself a walk over to Colbost and meditated on His works. And we called in and visited some folks, as is only proper.
And later I watched the sun go down behind the hills whilst sipping a Staropramen. I knew I was being watched.