I went for a drive on Sunday.
From the motorway, high up on a hill, I noticed what at first looked like a church tower that then became instead two large fuzzy trees in the shape of a church tower.
So, at the next right turn, I followed a narrow winding road up up up, to investigate this beckoning mirage.
To find a village, in the clouds, overlooking the city below.
With daffodils in full bloom.
And St. Michael’s limbs beaming in the sunlight.