Weathercock straining,
To catch glimpse of gliding crows,
Yearning through the rust.
There is a diversion in place at the moment, due to resurfacing or something of that ilk. Which means us humble villagers need to drive the scenic route to Flitwick, a journey which normally is 1.5 miles is now significantly longer (by 3 or 4?). So as I was driving to the gym I passed the impressive site of the beautiful old church in our sister village of Flitton, the weathercock at the top seemed to be twisting and turning to catch a look at two crows which were riding the wind, expertly gliding and banking in the air without beating their wings. I felt sorry for the Weathercock, it looked like he really wanted to fly too.
