Thread by @friendschurches

For a long while, the spirits had only themselves. Time stagnated; graves grew tangled, and in the summer, there were no hymns but flinty chitters of swallows, no offerings save nests of house-martins clustered under gutters, no Eucharist but the sun that touched the sea

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Each day, nature prevailed a little over human making. Up here I sit, and the whole Llŷn peninsula might be sleeping, wrapped in its patchwork stitched with hedges, the tilting church turned chalk-bright in moonlight, jackdaws going silent, the pale tide dwindling.

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These lines are from a poem by Giles Watson about our church at Penllech. The paintings are by the one and only @cobbybrook. Giles and Martin toured the UK to create a book full of Martin's original, beautiful art, and Giles's poetry- all inspired by the places they visited.

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The book is called Reflections and you will find it here: cobbybrook.co.uk/publications/

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We need to give a special shout-out
to @cobbybrook and @DrRJWarren for brightening our lockdown with their art. It’s been such a delight to see our churches given fresh interpretation.

And we’re thrilled that their work will feature in our next members' newsletter - out soon.