T-L Spencer: Dreaming, Writing, Reading

A gentle reminder to all those basking in the wonderful warmth of the shocking English sunshine: please remember to protect your skin! Unfortunately, I learned this the hard way. After spending a fun day in the sunshine (stupidly forgetting the sunscreen) I came home and looked at my reflection to see a tall (and somewhat stripy) looking human being. In all honesty, I resembled - and still do - a cherry with a golden wig of hair. Sunburn is extremely painful, and because of my stupidity, I have been told to sufferin silence. So, here I sit, armed with after sun, ice packs, calomine lotion and paracetemol, just waiting for the skin to strt healing and peeling... Ouch!

In an attempt to kill a few hours before an appointment later in the afternoon, father and I went for a drive in the countryside. Fifteen minutes from Brigg, we came upon a pretty little place called Redbourne where, cosied up in a quiet corner, stood the prettiest church which dated back to the 13th century. The immensely tall tower is the first thing that attracts the attention. In fact, on first sight, it looks like a building all on its own. However, on closer inspection, the overhanging trees reveal a magnificent mediaeval church. When entering the church, one is drawn to the intricate glass windows, vibrantly stained with the apostles. The colours are just indescribable, so incredibly vivid. The most striking stained glass however, and perhaps the most striking feature of the church itself, is the east window designed by Francis Danby and executed by William Collins in 1832; enamelled glass depicting the opening of the sixth seal (Revelation, Chapter VI). It is a vivid re...