Halfway through sabbatical, I now feel that I am now batting, rather than ducking for cover at short leg. Suppiah hits a six against Durham.
With my job comes the great privilege of being on sabbatical for three months every seventh year. And here I am, towards the end of my seventh year, and yesterday marked the halfway point in my three months. How did I mark it? I went to Taunton to watch cricket for the day and at around two o'clock I toasted my sabbatical with a pint of beer. I took some reasonable pictures - more to follow.
I am becoming used to people in the congregation asking how my holiday is. And I don't resent that at all. While I am doing some study and reading and visiting other churches and ministers to try and pick up some fresh ideas, I have also taken it easy too. I am walking the Cotswold Way, have watched two games of cricket in a row, I've taken hundreds and hundreds of photographs, tried to get the garden in some sort of order, and had the luxury of not being on duty on a Sunday or at a single meeting in the evening. My Dad thinks I've retired early. It's been great.
Trego launches one; one bounce into the boundary boards.