Jane Charman
@janeeecharman
Country vicar, all weathers, please close the gate
Good morning skylarks. It can in fact work well to elect a comedian as your political leader 🇺🇦
For those looking for something worth taking pride in, here’s a picture of the great Alan Turing whose exquisite mind made possible the technology that enables you to be here on Bluesky today.
The summit shelter on Hampsfell above Cartmel has a quotation from Homer over the entrance but what does it say?
‘Rambling Rector’ is blooming well this year, dedicating this to all my clergy colleagues
Does anyone want some of this year’s Elderflower cordial as I seem to have made rather a lot 😆
The farm next door has started pasteurising its own milk and now delivers it to our doorstep in proper glass bottles 😊
Good morning skylarks. We have the faces God created for us but the expressions on them are our own responsibility
This has all the dignity and gravitas of one kid twisting another kid’s arm up their back to give him the contents of their lunch box 😂
In these midwinter mornings the moon lingers before setting to greet the sun as it rises #brothersun #sistermoon
One of my favourite Christmas presents. Contains everything except Harriet Vane’s hangover cure!
A fond farewell to the Crib before I pack it away tomorrow #Candlemas
No sign of a thaw so far. View from our back garden with Red Pike and the High Stile range in the middle distance
A snowy scene from the back of our house today. The garden criss crossed with bird and animal footprints. Not certain what they all are but between them they’ve polished off the remains of a Christmas pudding and a large quantity of nuts
This is possibly my favourite of our Christmas decorations. If you know, you know 😆
Good morning Skylarks. My new cactus turns out to be an Advent cactus and is blooming exuberantly. ‘The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom.’
Impromptu nativity scene, all made during this morning’s service. Well done, everybody 🤗
Who’s come across this little literary curiosity? Charity shop find
Winter walk in the Lake District. Icicles descending from overhead like daggers!