The Glory of the Morning

In Lamford I had a nice but modest garden as you would expect with my three-bed 30s-semi curate's house. The garden that comes with the Rectory in Swanvale Halt is a bit more extensive and the trek out to the spot for my morning prayers is accordingly longer. This morning the red bloom across the sky gradually faded to drizzly grey and somewhere far off a tinkly bell rang seven. Could it be the church clock at Hornington; or the bell at the public school on top of the hill not far away? Could it even be the old parish school clock, now the old peoples' day centre next to the church itself? Not likely, as it was roughly on time.