It's Good Friday.
I suppose it's sad to look around and see that today is regarded by most of our countrymen as 'just another day.'
If it weren't for the likes of Henry VIII and Oliver Cromwell, we too might have huge processions involving whole towns leading to the Church, carrying the Cross, statues and banners, full of colour, beauty and emotion, like our cousins on the Continent.
For those who have followed the news of our chickens (rumour has it is closely followed in the Kremlin), the third one has now died. We now have just one old bird (no jokes about a female member of the family) left in our run and she's no longer laying eggs... We really will have to get some new chooks very soon.
Somehow the death of one of our old chums and planning new chicks seems to fit in with Easter... death and resurrection.