This week has been, and continues to be, very full, with early starts and late finishes.  It has also been a week when winter began fully take its grip, although, unlike last year, as yet no snow in these parts.  Since completing my Race for Refugees in September, I have continued walking the three miles or so each from central Manchester to the vicar school, meaning that two or three days a week I am guaranteed to get nine or ten miles of walking (this week fitted around nine or ten hours of working!).  At the moment, it is just about light when I reach college, and yesterday was a lovely (if shepherd/sailor worrying) sky.

Making or taking time to pause, to admire something of the natural world is a good thing, a chance to re-centre and find a bit of equilibrium amidst the hurl-burly of academic, pastoral, professional and trustee responsibilities.