Bank Holiday Weekend

Sat in study in North Wales…

Not the place to be on August Bank Holiday weekend, the place to be (at the moment) is Cheltenham race course. I haven’t got a taste for the races either. It is the Greenbelt festival this weekend. I was reminded about this when turfing through papers from the old house, but even more so when Billy Bragg was on Steve Wright in the Afternoon on radio 2, he is also playing Greenbelt.

I remember one great year and a memorable comment about the Sunday of Greenbelt weekend, the late great Greenbelt regular Mike Yacconelli that Sunday worship at Greenbelt was like Heaven on earth, everyone was there, high church, low church, no church, wierd church and so the list goes on…

Snow – The Gift of a Day

As the single flake fell, the newscasters and weather reporters gasped and reached for their cameras to record the moment the first ever flake of snow fell on Britain – Because it never snows here does it?

Well only every year. Once a year, pretty much give or take we get one good snow fall. You would think that everyone would be used to the snow by now. That the rail companies would have engineered tracks not to be made unusable with the ‘wrong type of snow’. But no, we don’t for a day or two the country is gripped by snow fever. The letter bombings of the past week, the skirmishes on the Israeli – lebanese border all forgotten, because there is snow.

I take my hat off to Jeremy Vine of Radio 2 today. Instead of going on about how bad the snow has affected each person in the country with a blow by blow account of shovels and blankets, his program was largely about the joy of a day in the snow. It began by his own recording of his jog to work – 5 miles through the snow. Noting the beauty and differences a blanket of white makes, here’s to a gift of a day.

A day like this is a gift – take it or leave it, but it is a gift