Just for a short time.
I am off to glorious Northumberland for a couple of weeks, if I manage to last that long. Otherwise we might be back earlier.
The monks used to have a personal 'place of the resurrection'', a favourite location where they hoped they might be resurrected at the final judgement. It was somewhere that somehow spoke to their deepest needs.
This concept could be so very inconvenient on the last day, and it would be extremely disappointing to wake up, shake off the dust, and find yourself surrounded by crowds of people, all dressed for the era in which they kicked the bucket. Having spent my life trying to miss the queues, I'd be very upset to be resurrected in one.
But with some minor tweaks, it's a fun concept.
If I believed all that guff, Northumberland would be right up there with barges everywhere as my place of resurrection.
To readers everywhere, thank you for reading. Enjoy the break !
See you soon.
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