Judgement

You may recall that it was my job to judge the Week 44 shortlist over at the Geograph site and come up an overall winner. I considered each image carefully and asked Frances and Stew for their thoughts too.

This was the picture that achieved the proverbial bronze medal  and was therefore in third place:

It's St Eadburgha's Church in  Broadway, Worcestershire.

In second place came this stunning backlit shot of dying fern taken by my friend Walter in Tibby Tamson's Plantation in the Scottish Borders near Peebles:


And finally, the gold medallist and winner was this image of Embleton Beach in Northumberland with a stunning early morning view of Dustanburgh Castle. It seems so perfect to me and in my opinion the image really suits the elongated framing:
Most Geograph contributors are men  so it was quite nice to notice that this picture was captured by a woman - though that had no impact whatsoever on the judging process. I just mention it in passing.
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Top   © Copyright Philip Halling

Middle  © Copyright Walter Baxter

Bottom © Copyright Rebecca A Wills



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Another Time/ Another Country

Rol and I, at another time, in another country


 When I was 20 I sort of fell in love with my best friend Rol
I didn’t understand the feeling, for sure.
I didn’t even understand I was Gay at the time
But in that clumsy, awkward, oblivious ,adolescent way…
I fell in love.
That secret, unrequited sort of love with a six foot, extrovert  rugby playing straight bloke who was destined for university, marriage and fatherhood in The Midlands

Our friendship waned after he went to Oxford and University  and I went nursing, and like many heterosexual men, he never really kept in touch although over the last forty years our paths have crossed at odd opportunities and situations and I was always aware of his general news as my friendship with his younger sister Nia has continued even after she emigrated to Australia. 
Our “parting” wasn’t a tragic separation, there was too much going on, for that to be the case, but it hurt a little at the time…. the way only things hurt when you are a gauche, immature , young man who had no real idea of who and what he was……

Last week Rol messaged me through social media and asked to meet. 
I was intrigued and happy to do so and this morning we met up at y shed.over coffee.
A brummie accented grandad and an almost 60 year old gay divorcee with a mild hangover

It was strange as we had never sat down together, alone and on a 1 to 1 for almost four decades but the years melted away as we chatted  and caught up. For me, it wasn’t a return to those uncooked unrequited  Love days…how could it have been ?  we both are very different people now , but it was a nostalgic and gentle nod to a friendship which was important to both of us in a country and a time so different from today. 

Now, the reason for the reunion turned out to be a serious health scare during lockdown . 
A reminder that people that matter and who mattered need to be touched base with.
No apologies for not keeping in touch for all those years
There is no need for apologies 
And we were both moved to tears by the catch up and the feelings that we shared.

We hugged each other firmly as we said our goodbyes.
Hugged for the good past times and the memories
Hugged for the shared uncertainties of approaching our sixties
And hugged for the fact we are still here ………..
And as we hugged Rol kissed me gently on the cheek 

A gesture that moved me greatly.



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Sunday

 On this Sunday, as I sit in stilled silence, I’m contemplating what to share. The question is this:  My testimony then that I shared of my decision to follow Christ, is different than why I remain devoted to Him. My love for Him as I grow older is more that I am being cracked wide open. He isn’t hidden from me, and I am no longer hidden from a world I can’t change. My exhaustion is leading to peace. I’m starting to dream again. So the question is do you want the original testimony of what brought me to Him or what keeps me there. Nothing I’ve shared lately makes me comfortable. To be free, I must be uncomfortable.  Very uncomfortable. 

Making Christmas cards today, and hope my mailbox is full of them too. 

Happy Sunday. 

Regine 


In the world

I’m lost

And shocked

In the center

Of the will

Of God

Is everlasting

And amazing

Freedom



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Normality


Just having three guests 
Fills the cottage
I haven’t had more than one visitor here for a year and a half
and having serious, funny, raucous, and important conversations over dinner and wine 
feeds your soul and makes things seem so much nicer than they did before

 



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