Very soon after moving here I was aware and attracted by the church bells. I don’t remember hearing the sounds of bells from the East Neuk churches to tell the time, but I do recall them for church sessions going in on a Sunday. I think it was 10:00am. I always like hearing church bells and when I heard them here I realised I didn’t want to ever live in a place where church bells don’t peal.
It’s a great way of counting the time with the girls. We hear eight going into school every day. I would usually hear seven though not this week, I’m still sitting in jammies although it’s nearly 8:00am. The dug is at grannies so I’ve not even been outside yet. It looks ok, breezy but not overly. I bet it will be cold. But as long as it’s dry over the weekend. Nothing natural about this one, off to Alton Towers when mum gets back from work. No fire building or bird watching this weekend. But it will be fun. Not my cup of tea but then I drink coffee and these days I have it very milky, proof that things change.