After some morning showers the cloud cleared and it remained warm and sunny the rest of the day. Both of us were still pretty tired and got up late. I spent the morning writing about our Eisteddfod visit. Clare cooked lunch.
After we'd eaten I did some advance preparation for the next but one reflection I have to write about a miraculous passage in Acts I find difficult. It tells of the Apostle Peter raising the dead. Throughout the day I wrestled with this and was able to write something simple and the right length in the evening.
Meanwhile I went for long afternoon walk along the Taff, wishing I'd taken a container with me, as there are still plenty of ripe unpicked blackberries. The SWALEC stadium was at least half full of spectators for a 100 ball cricket match. With all its noisy razzmatazz, it's surprisingly popular form of the game.
After supper, another episode of 'McDonald and Dodds' with a fiendishly complex lot in which the sleuths become the target of a murderous psychopath who seems to anticipate their every move. Then bed.
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