Sunday, August 24, 2008
Laverstone is really quite sleepy in August. Only the unlucky come here for a holiday, and those are mostly the new age hippy types, lured by the Seven Sisters stones, dotted about the town. They have the curious attribute that you can pick any two and draw a straight line between them. You probably think that I’m going to say something spooky about the centre of the circle being Laverstone Manor but it’s not. It’s a point in the churchyard of St. Pity’s; a spot otherwise unrenowned but for the grave upon it, of which no-one knows the contents because forty years of new age hippies touching the grave has rubbed off all the letters.
Is it just me, or am I flailing for things to write about?
Honestly, nothing ever happens here. We are getting a new vicar, though. Reverend McKenzie has been promoted to Bishop and since he can’t be a bishop and a vicar we’re getting a new one. Purvis has yet to decide if he’ll move to Oxford or stay here to manage the diocese. Valerie seems pleased for him and for an ex-nun she’s spending a lot of time at St. Jude’s, one way or another.