I was pottering around the garden earlier this evening, when I heard hymns from Croft Hill. I knew the source – at least once a week a small group of nuns and a priest climb the Hill for a “mini praise service”. They are all black, and dressed in white.
I have met them a few times, and am on “hello” terms, but they are clearly not dog-people, which makes a more detailed conversation difficult.
About 2 hours later, as I was returning from a dog walk, this group, or so I thought, was descending the Hill. As I passed them by their cars, it was clearly a different and larger group, most dressed the same, but with two blokes in normal dress. One of these was having a loud and animated “discussion” with the priest in whatever their first language is.
All most intriguing. Is there tribal warfare on Croft Hill?
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
