Sunday 9th September

This is a wee church in Belerado. Drawn from shade!

We arrived at its sister church in the village to stay on Sunday just as they were calling the village to mass. I popped my head in through the door and the bell ringer was pulling on the rope to ring the bell, he stopped to speak to me then continued on…for a good ten minutes, as the village flowed into the church. We didn’t attend but started our washing instead and we were treated to the most beautiful singing as we were staying in what was the parochial house and the laundry area was out the back of the church building.

Lots of churches have stork nests at the top, as do many high buildings but we have only seen one stork (without baby).