Getting back on topic... When I was there (St. Faith, Little Witchingham) it was raining rather heavily. In that lush green remote & anciently sacred woodland place I was reminded of a poem by Reiner Kunze : Hier ruft nur gott an Unzählige leitungen läßt er legen vom dach des leeren kuhstalls aufs dach des leeren schafstalls schrillt aus hölzerner rinne der regelstrahl Was machst du, fragt gott Herr, sag ich, es regnet, was soll man tun Und seine antwort wächst grün durch alle Fenster (Here, only God calls. He lays countless lines between heaven and earth. From the roof of the empty byre onto the roof of the empty sheep-pen the rain shrills from the wooden gutter. God asks - what are you doing? Lord, I reply, it is raining, what should one do? And his answer grows green through all the windows.) St. Faith, Little Witchingam, Norfolk, May 2015
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