Last week saw the end of term, the end of the school year. Our school always celebrates this milestone in our local church, which is 800 years old.
Was it the joy of the occasion – or just the light that made the violins glow?
The soaring voices of angels singing made
Warm wood – the colour of honey – luminous against the backdrop of wet leaves on old glass.
And now, at last, the restraints of church are cast off
As children, tasting freedom and scraped knees and sun and ice cream,
Let their voices tumble out in golden laughter.