Good Day Brethren,
'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells'. Yes, summer has definiately 'o'er brimm'd, as the amber chills of autumn wafts around St Leonards. It's out with the thermal scapula from here on in I'm afraid. None of these new fangled hot water bottles to ward off the cold, lengthening shadows for us. Our only solace is a goblet of mulled wine after Vesper, and an extra h... Read Full Story
Good Day Brethren,
'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells'. Yes, summer has definiately 'o'er brimm'd, as the amber chills of autumn wafts around St Leonards. It's out with the thermal scapula from here on in I'm afraid. None of these new fangled hot water bottles to ward off the cold, lengthening shadows for us. Our only solace is a goblet of mulled wine after Vesper, and an extra h... Read Full Story
