Adequate run this morning, at about my (current) ordinary pace, and with no pain or stiffness. Coffee, hot breakfast (it’s Wednesday, duh), shower, Morning Prayer, home for coffee and toast, back to the Parish Centre for Staff Meeting, home for lunch, and later in the day I will go back to the Parish Centre to help a wedding couple plan their service.
The BBC story about the underground city in Turkey almost slipped past me without especial notice till I read a response post that read ‘A man renovating his home in Turkey noticed his chickens kept disappearing into a crack in his basement wall. When he dug it open he found the ancient city of Derinkuyu, an 18 level city 85 metres underground (275 feet) that could shelter 20,000 people.’ Those chickens struck a chord with me; I had read about this man and his chickens back in the sixties, in a book called Lost Worlds and the Men Who Found Them (obvious 60s sexism, sorry). Those chickens…