We content ourselves with a swift circuit of the church but that merely emphasises the sense of disappointment and, as we climb back into the car, I start to wonder if we are destined for a hangover. It would have been in any case difficult to match the enormities of yesterday’s explorations and maybe we should be spending some time assimilating their significance rather than tearing about the country-side… it is akin I suppose to what, as teenagers, we used to call ‘Chasing the Dragon’ when we stayed out all night looking for drinking parties.
“We’re following them,” says Wen as the birds all wheel away as one.
They saw clearer than their fledgling seer.
She was theirs to take.
Excerpt from, ‘The Initiate: Adventures in Sacred Chromatography’, by Sue Vincent and Stuart France.