Garden Gate

Garden Gate

As you might remember, I wrote my last blog sitting in the shade of an ancient oak, sipping my afternoon tea. As I wrote church bells began to ring.

Do I have a treat for you.

If you are driving pull over. If you are at your desk, save your document. If the phone rings, don’t answer it.

Instead, click the link to the video below. 

For thirty-two seconds imagine you are in an English garden. Roses arc around you, robins flit among the rows of lavender. Just a block away, the church rises into the blue summer sky. And the music begins.

Bells of St. Mary the Virgin, Gamlingay.

You may be hundreds or even thousands of miles away from the little Cambridgeshire village of Gamlingay, but for one moment, you are part of everything England.