For some clergypersons, rural ministry is all about Morris dancers, medieval churches and these picture-postcard villages.
You get cottages.
And big old houses.
But make sure you have a sturdy vehicle, the roads can be a bit primitive.
Also, where I live, you find abandoned hair extensions in the gutter. Well, it beats needles, I guess.
Blue Apocalypse killed a neighbor's chicken yesterday. I'm not sure what to make of that, but the neighbors, Maria and Pedro, don't care. It was one of many and they ate it.
I'm also thinking that open carry might not be a bad idea for when you take the dog for a walk.
Cheers,
LSP
