Sunday Service and Sublime Scenery: November 2
Given Saturday’s marathon through ferns and fells, it was understandable that I would not suggest another morning stroll together. Instead, I proposed a leisurely breakfast, some time for me to write, and then an 11:00 .a.m. worship service at the church in Eskdale Green, just up the hill (St. Bega’s Church). Ruth agreed, and decided to take a walk along the river that ran next to our group of cottages while I focused on writing. Alas, Ruth got a bit “bogged down” (excuse the pun) on her walk, though she enjoyed the fresh air and being outdoors. It was a fine morning—clouds and sunshine—and at 11:30 we hiked up the road to St. Bega’s. When we arrived, however, we found the parking lot empty and a number of volunteers clearing the retaining walls and pavement of weeds and brambles. They explained that the church is currently closed, due to parts of the ceiling having fallen. Services are being held in a village about ten minutes away—but of course it was too late for us to reach it in t...
